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Kemijoki, Savukoski, Finland
Broken dreams.
Picking up the pieces of a shattered dream is better than having no pieces to pick up at all.
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Mount St Cemetery, Wellington, N.Z.
Voigtlander Perkeo II
Color-Skopar lens
Expired (1970's?) Ilford FP4 film
There are things that just do NOT cooperate in my life any more. I can't sleep, my knee hurts, my back hurts, my emotions swing like a pendulum . . . Not a complaint! JUST the facts, Ma'am!
Well wait- that IS a complaint! :)
Taken for the Jules' Photo Challenge Group:
June 28 - BROKEN - We are all broken in our own way...how are you broken?
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This was not a good day for me....
BROKEN MAN
by Corrosion of Conformity
Deep in the soul of a man whose seen it all
He stands alone with borrowed time
Dealing with two nothings new but the look at you
With broken backs and bleeding minds
And tell you they now even though you fall behind
You'll be the one who walks the line-standing tall
They're so fragile, but they always find you when you hide...
Cause your a broken man in a broken land
And don't they wish they were blessed like you
The struggle in side of your mind is a waste of time
Purest thoughts evaporate
Dark clouds reveal how you feel in your idle time
Your own tail becomes the bait
You don't even know even though your blood flows
Destroy yourself, your the one you hate-standing tall
They're so fragile, but they always catch you when you're late...
Cause your a broken man in a broken land
And don't they wish they were blessed like you
Standing tall they look so small with your world up their shoulders
But a broken man on broken land looks far beyond his bothers...
Break for the sun your the one, the chosen one,
Your time is up yor time is due
Craked like a whip from the hand of a broken man
To find out that he's just like you
But you've seen it all in your mind,
You've seen it all you built it up and they made it fall
Because your killing yourself-your so fragile,
But they cannot crush you if you don't crawl..
Now I'm a broken man in a broken land
Now I'm a broken man in a broken land...
Poetography - Our word/theme this week is BROKEN..
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“Hold fast to dreams,
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird,
That cannot fly.”
Langston Hughes
This was taken at the Tualatin River National Wildlife Refuge near Sherwood Oregon... This mother Killdeer was trying to lure us away from her nest where the red is on the ground and she was doing that broken-winged act that they do to get us to come for her... BTW, if the rangers hadn't put that red ring around the nest I would never have seen it... The eggs, which I have pictured below, look like rocks and blend in with the gravel in the roadway.. Very good camouflage....
This broken padlock I found today while walking on the bridge through the Moskva-river.
(See where this picture was taken. [?])
There is a many wedding companies and walking jolly people. A bunch of funny padlocks can be found on the bridge. Here is a tradition for just married or couples in love to leave locked padlocks on the cast-iron barrier of the bridge while keys throw out to the river.
They believes that it magically locks and holds their love feelings to each other.
This one has a title, partially on russian and partially on english ("Суслики in the love"),
so I'll try to translate - "ground squirrels in love".
I really know nothing about this broken padlock and the story behind him, but I think that this story is sad.
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Leley Noronha © All rights reserved.
Pra que gosta de uma boa musica ta aqui mais uma
Vou ali...
Off I go...
detail of basic drawing final: Me with a broken heart...sad
I suppose I should have put this up earlier about my little detail here- This little bit here is a part of this larger drawing: flickr.com/photos/cubesbyamanda/458377589/in/set-72157600...
Now I'm all for freedom of interpretation and all and I'm glad people are finding it interesting and are able to find a connection with it. I truly take that as a compliment being an artist that I can affect someone like that. Having said that, if you look at the original piece you'll see that it was about the loss of my dad, and my heartbreak was one of grieving and emptiness and confusion- not of something brought about by anything "romantic".
I guess I probably should have named it something else, because this wasn't really a "heart break" as much as it was more like having my heart completely ripped from my chest while watching my world explode into oblivion. So this was catharsis.
Ok, enough of the dramatic stuff, I'm really a pretty happy person despite all that.
Thanks again for all the views/comments/favorites- I really appreciate it, I just wanted to tell you what the drawing means to ME and it's original purpose, but please feel free to keep interpreting it any way you can.
charcoal and colored chalk pastels on darwing paper
A couple shares a blanket on the Esplanade, beside the Charles River. The girl's left arm is in a long cast, which suggests it was broken.
Taken in the 1970s.
On Thursday night I found this abandoned kitten in a parking lot mewing for help. When I brought him into my car I saw that his eye was severely damaged. The outer layers of his eye were missing and his cornea was exposed.
I took him to the vet the following day who gave me meds and advice on how to care for him. Over the weekend the little guy was such a champ. Eating well, letting me apply the antibiotic ointment to his eye, purring all the time and playing with what little energy he had left.
Monday we took him in again because despite the antibiotics his eye was not doing well.
The only option was surgery. Left untreated the infection was going to kill him. The vet was cautious and said it was a 50/50 chance since he was so small.
The Chi and I kept ourselves busy throughout the day doing back to school shopping while anxiously awaiting the call. We never heard from the vet. At four o'clock I called the office but it was closed for the day. All I could think was that it didn't go well and that they got busy and forgot to call...which really upset me.
I called the next morning. As it turned out, they didn't have my cell phone number! The kitten had survived the operation. The vet said, "He did valiantly. We removed his eye and cleaned out the area. He was fine. He needed a little massaging to help with his breathing afterwards but was doing very well."
But when they came back the next morning he had passed.
The Chi and I have been sobbing all day. We are heart broken. I don't know if the vet would have given me back the kitten after such a risky surgery but I can't help but think that if maybe we had him over night that he would have survived? The what ifs are the hardest. But we tried, he tried and the vet tried. We all gave it our best.
RIP little one, you were small in body but had such a bold and beautiful spirit....
Contrary to my bravado on Thursday's post about going to Snowdonia for some winter images, I decided that discretion was the better part of valour after spinning my car out on a snowdrift on the way home from work. The resultant damage to my front left wheel and steering may have only been minor but I decided it wasn't worth the risk of doing a 150 mile round trip in conditions that were unpredictable and potentially lethal. Instead, I resorted to my old haunt of the Peckforton Hills, and although not as dramatic as the mountains they did afford me the opportunity for some mini-landscapes. The weather here was very dull and overcast with a biting wind, also, the distance visibility was restricted due to a odd form of hail cum rain throughout the day. As the day wore on it became evident that a thaw had set in, even though the forecast I've just seen on TV has predicted yet more snow and freezing temperatures for the rest of the week, so there may yet be a chance for me to get over to Snowdonia next weekend! C'est la vie, eh!
Yep, better on Black! :-)
Easter cupcakes for hubby's niece and nephew, since I realised last night with horror that I didn't have any easter eggs for them.. oops! I only just got back from a trip yesterday, so wasn't organised. I hope they're suitably grossed out by them :-P
Mini vanilla buttermilk cupcakes with white chocolate buttercream, and a dollop of lemon curd for the yolk. The egg shells I made out of white chocolate.
I can't believe I managed to pull these together on such short notice with no groceries in the house. I had ONE lemon on the tree to make the lemon curd out of, half a bag of white chocolate buttons for the shells, only JUST enough eggs, the exact amount of buttermilk in the freezer.... the cake Gods were on my side!
We were in a museum in Glasgow, Sheree, Shuggie and I. I hate museums. There are always so many more interesting things to see when we have so limited a time.
But Shuggie, our host, was intent on showing us around his university...and I went along for the ride.
I am so glad I did. Shuggie knew exactly what he was doing. Let me explain.
My day changed the instant I saw this statue. I was entranced. I was so utterly captivated that, while I stood there, arms limp at my side looking at it, Sheree and Shuggie disappeared.
The story of this fabulous art: the girl's mother has died and the man is comforting her. Simple, huh?
I just stood there, looking at it. I saw the position of their bodies, the child's tragically blank face, the man's gentle manner and I found a lump forming in my throat. The lump nearly became a tear and I took this shot at that moment.
The original is cold white stone, lovely in it's own right. But I really feel that if I am going to make a photograph of someone else's art, I really need to change it with the crop, the lighting, the strokes and that is what I have done.
Looking at this statue was one of the most powerful moments of the trip. So lovely...so sad...so.....broken.
So thanks, Shuggie. Thank you very much.