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The drummer for the Japanese rock band Broken Doll on stage in Shibuya. I see him around Harajuku often too. Awesome guy.
'What do we do now?' Alex Salmond on the special Question Time last night:"There is a saying in Scotland that if you break something, you own it. Now fix it"
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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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.
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! :-)
There are so many messages this sign could convey. How would you finish it?
PLEASE, can't we all just get along?
PLEASE return your shopping cart.
PLEASE don't litter.
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.
Jan. 22nd, Day 22 of 365
Notice: No Real Hearts Were Broken During the Shooting of this Photo.
I figured I got a bag of candy hearts to take a photo of, I might as well use them several times.
" He who does not see the angels and devils in the beauty and malice of life will be far removed from knowledge, and his spirit will be empty of affection."
= Silent Sorrow / From Khalil Gibran's Broken Wings =