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A couple of weeks ago I kicked my coffee table and broke my toe. I wasn't able to walk or run for a week, but it heeled pretty quickly. Unfortunately, that black "runner's toenail" hasn't changed much...
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Created for Macro Monday's January 17 2011 theme Broken.
It is the inside of an old Canon Digital IXUS V3 that I tried to rebuild into an Infra Red camera. I have 2 of these, but this one is missing a piece on it's main board, so I can only use it as a donor for parts for the other one.
I tried to do something with focus-stacking, but that failed generously. After a second look at this shot, I grew fond of the bokeh in the foreground for a change.
.explored! Highest position: 470 on Thursday, January 20, 2011
Broken Heart ... this copper monstrosity has seen the worst of it. Stress fractures, dents, dings and missing rivets are all here on the tarnished patina. Test tubes labeled "Superior Vena Cava" and "Pulmonary Artery" hold a mysterious liquid that is not quite the blood we might be familiar with. A 5 mil syringe is installed to replace the "Aorta" itself. And multiple wires wind around the other contacts and electrodes. This one has obviously been rebuilt and rebuilt again.The key to the heart is always available but not always in use. At onee point, the simple label "Broken" has been stamped directly into the body. But don't be fooled kids - This one is going to keep on ticking.
It has made it this far, hasn't it
Broken Hearts
I know you’ve lost someone and it hurts. You may have lost them suddenly, unexpectedly. Or perhaps you began losing pieces of them until one day, there was nothing left. You may have known them all your life or you may have barely known them at all. Either way, it is irrelevant—you cannot control the depth of a wound another inflicts upon you.
Which is why I am not here to tell you tomorrow will be a new day. That the sun will go on shining. Or there are plenty of fish in the sea. What I will tell you is this; it’s okay to be hurting as much as you are. What you are feeling is not only completely valid but necessary—because it makes you so much more human. And though I can’t promise it will get better any time soon, I can tell you that it will—eventually. For now, all you can do is take your time. Take all the time you need.
— Lang Leav, Lullabies
her face is broken, like her soul that misses the love of child...
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I broke my toe the day before we left. It hurt. It was purple and big and didn't like walking in sand. And I had no idea my toenails were that disgusting. ick. They have been cut. I like the line of my shoes and the pretty ocean though.
A broken mirror in our dinning room. There is a short-story behind this... When we moved into this house (maybe 8 years ago) we were hanging pictures on the otherside of the wall, and didn't realize how much space was between the wall and the mirror. Unfortunately the nail went right through and shattered the glass... and for 8 years it's been like that.
I've always wanted to post this but didn't know how to process it... then today I realized it looks 100x better in B&W.
At one time, this was a single piece of pipe. You can see where its broken, most likely due to the ground settling during heavy rains.
Allysa has been busy collecting signatures on her cast.
ps. sharpies work really well and aren't eaten up by the cast.
At the back of Vĩnh Nghiêm pagoda, which is one of the grandest Buddist landmarks in Ho Chi Minh city, there is a range of dirty window panes with streaks that rain water left on. One of the pane was broken, revealing another building in the back yard.
Having a bit of fun with Tumblefish's new collage sheets! The windowseat wall is from her "Love Shack" sheet. The man legs are from her "Zetti Masterpieces". The face is a freebie on Pringle Hill's blog. I loved it, it looks like she is totally po'd! And the totally rockin body is from Finecrafted Design's "Zetti Re-Vamp" kit on Deviant Scrap.
this flower is a [art of me. as it shows a heart in the middle of it. but dose not show how my hert is breaken in two.i am heart broken.
Our Daily Challenge ~ Broken
Sherwood Forest in Nottinghamshire is an ancient woodland where some of the oak trees are many hundreds of years old. This old tree is being held together with metal bands to prevent it from splitting in two.
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First (and hopefully only) broken ornament of the year. It's the one Kelly made for David the first year we were dating, and it said "Burke Family, David's First Christmas, 2001." Sigh.
Amazingly enough, this wasn't a victim of the cats. It just slipped off the tree.
I know some lonely Houses off the Road
A Robber'd like the look of --
Wooden barred,
And Windows hanging low,
Inviting to --
A Portico,
Where two could creep --
One -- hand the Tools --
The other peep --
To make sure All's Asleep --
Old fashioned eyes --
Not easy to surprise!
How orderly the Kitchen'd look, by night,
With just a Clock --
But they could gag the Tick --
And Mice won't bark --
And so the Walls -- don't tell --
None -- will --
A pair of Spectacles ajar just stir --
An Almanac's aware --
Was it the Mat -- winked,
Or a Nervous Star?
The Moon -- slides down the stair,
To see who's there!
There's plunder -- where --
Tankard, or Spoon --
Earring -- or Stone --
A Watch -- Some Ancient Brooch
To match the Grandmama --
Staid sleeping -- there --
Day -- rattles -- too
Stealth's -- slow --
The Sun has got as far
As the third Sycamore --
Screams Chanticleer
"Who's there"?
And Echoes -- Trains away,
Sneer -- "Where"!
While the old Couple, just astir,
Fancy the Sunrise -- left the door ajar!
by Emily Dickenson