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Spent a weekend at my brothers river home and had fun finding and taking pics of broken river glass.
Come, let us have some tea and continue to talk about happy things. Chaim Potok
I broke my favorite cup today. The handle was already missing and after a tumble off the counter today, there are several more pieces missing. It was a gift from someone I love, and even in it's brokenness, it is still a treasure to me. No longer useable in it's original form, but still lovely in another purpose.
Two broken street lamps were enough to let the full moon do it's work on these beach huts. Another Brighton cliché with a slight twist.
Broken shells fascinate me. Their intricate designs, their "bones," they way they capture and reflect light. They are what I look for on our beach trips. We don't have many "souvenirs" of our trips other than rocks and shells and photos. I love the interior glow to these tiny shells on a light box.
I dropped my camera today!!! ARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGG!
I barely even dare to touch it.... My husband helped me to remove the broken filter.
Not sure if the camera is going to survive?!?!
I'm devastated, sad and really angry at myself!!! CLUMPSY ME!!!! *scream*
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Fall Creek flows off the south flanks of the 9,175 foot extinct, glacially eroded stratovolcano appropriately named Broken Top. Fall Creek meanders out onto the flat grass land marshes and Sparks Lake.
Thanks Chris for the invite to join you on this day. It was a FUN day!
She's so beautifully broken
Shaped by the wind
Dangerously twisted
Here I go again
I see the way she cast her spell
It's like drowning in moonlight
I watch her move from star to star
And I wonder why, why it feels so right
She's so beautifully broken
You can barely see the flaw
Especially from a distance
Which is always how I fall
Why do I fall for the dangerous ones?
The ones that never learned to let go
And why do I lie to myself
And pretend that I can break her
When she's already been so
Beautifully broken
~government mule
Second roll with my first Oktomat to find out, if it really is broken. Well, so much for that. I had it exchanged for a new one. Lomography Oktomat, Lomography X-Pro 200, cross-processed
Thought I'd venture out into our 'winter wonderland'... We didn't actually get snow but it did freeze a little bit. There was a layer of ice on top of the recycle bin (it collects water whenever it rains). When I lifted it, the water sloshed, scared me, I dropped the lid and the ice broke into pieces...
Our Daily Challenge: pieces
Watched by an orange-clad Network Rail employee, Mainline-liveried 58021 ‘Hither Green Depot’ begins the descent from Whiteball Tunnel with Pathfinder's 'Cornish Explorer', 1Z58 05:30 Birmingham New Street to Penzance on 29 June, 2002. This was the first and only visit of a Class 58 to the Duchy. Although running well at this point, the loco had an electrical fault which prevented the engine from restarting for the return journey from Penzance. Consequently, FGW’s 47811 was borrowed for the journey as far as Plymouth, where RES 47737 took over, the broken ‘bone’ being towed dead-in-train throughout to Birmingham. It was withdrawn from service that August as part of EWS’s general cull of the class and was eventually scrapped in 2023.
This is the lovely Victoria Audouard who is such an amazing, fun and talented girl! We had an amazing time together :D
He wants to pick up these broken pieces
and glue them back together
He wants to know these wounds and scars
and heal it altogether
And these are the skills,
that she has been trying to master
For all the years,
that was what mattered.
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Little did she know,
with every scar cut open -
another was being stitched back together.
An angel with a broken wing misses flying.
see on black for the details. it's so much better large.
In Kerry, Ireland. Rory leaves tomorrow, so I won't have a model anymore. I love walking the cliffs here, smelling the air (which always has a wonderfully smoky smell), and looking out at the sea (which is always this unbelievably deep dark royal blue that you can't find anywhere else but in Ireland). Ever since I was a little girl I've felt that some part of my brain--a part that is usually asleep--stirs into life when I am in Ireland. It is where I am happiest. It is where I am most at peace, and this is something that is especially important, as my brain is constantly buzzing with worries and thoughts that never seem to slow down. When I'm here, I can sit and I can watch. I can read and I can make toast without counting the calories. I can do things I loved when I was a little girl and didn't have quite as many things to worry about--I can play with a dog on a freezing cold beach, or take a walk without a cellphone in my hands, or listen to the rain outside as I watch the hours of Simpsons that come on on Sky One every evening. It's all the small things--going to Tesco and picking out denny's sausages, brennan's bread (or pat's pan, if I'm farther up north), milky bar chocolate bars (their wrappers still have the little cowboy with spectacles printed on it, like when I was younger). My mom moved from Ireland to marry my dad, and my grandparents had never been to America until they flew there for her wedding. It's strange; I think of Ireland as my true home, and yet I would never have been born if my mom hadn't left it.
My camera bag strap broke while I was picking it up and it fell back down -- not a bad fall. So I was surprised, and obviously horrified, when I opened it to find that my Nikon 24-70 f/2.8 had busted. The portion with the lens mount separated from the main body just before the zoom ring started. You can see the portion that snapped. I rushed home and found that a Nikon repair center was only about 5 miles away. So I drove over and showed it to the rather sympathetic gentleman. He said that these new lens are great but not built as solid. He then pulled out a tray with another customer’s lens that looked exactly the same as mine.
As to repair time and cost: 4-5 weeks and around $450. Why so long? The spare parts are few and far between right now due to it being a new lens type. Why so expensive when it was just that little connection that snapped? Well, the broken part is essentially the backbone for the whole lens. Therefore the entire lens will need to be taken appart and reassembled. Super.
Obviously I am going to get a new bag and obviously I am going to be more careful. The 24-70 was attached to my D700 at the time so there was probably some torquing that occurred. Also, just to note, I had an 80-200 f/2.8 AFD in same bag. No problems with it.
UPDATE: Fixed! Just picked it up today (11/8/08). Seems to be working quite nicely. Thanks Nikon Repair Guy! Feels like new and acts like new. Quite a nice job.
UPDATE: about 8 years later (3/2017) I have finally replaced this lens. I got the new VR model and excited to see how it performs. My old trusty 24-70mm is really beaten to hell at this point. Threading for the filters cracked off, the rubber grip is out of place, the hood long ago broke (while on a 2.5km sledding run in Switzerland). Obviously I loved that lens!
Yes, it's broken but the contents were eaten!!
7 Days of Shooting Week #28 Broken Minimal Sunday ....
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