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Broken forest

NOT OURS fortunately and I do hope the occupants of the car were not hurt.

16th January 2015 Stoke Staffordshire UK

Phetchaburi and Rama 9 quarteers.

Bangkok, Thailand

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A broken fence may be seen by some as a blight, a mess to be removed, something that needs repair. But, for me, it represents something else....a work of art. No longer a fence, it is discolored, disorderly, straight. Anchored in the earth.....it has endured for decades.

Broken Falls on McKenzie Creek below Lake Wartook in the Grampians

Calico Basin

Samsung NX300 with Sears f2.8/28mm macro lens and circular polarizer filter.

a few pieces of the broken glass were on the metal window ledge

Yesterday morning my old ibook would no longer charge; upon manipulating the power adapter for inspection, the wire running out of it towards the laptop was lighting up. (inside the isolation)

I broke apart the transformator housing and shortened the cable by a few centimetres; now it works again, even if it doesn't look as slick anymore...

broken heart days

Poetography-Broken

What Becomes Of The Broken Hearted? Your sister is always there to make it better!

I remember this song from way back in the 60's. Here's a link to the song: www.youtube.com/watch?v=UQU4sIn96M4

Broken Torsion Spring

Broken Top

At this time of year we all make resolutions with every intention of keeping to them. Inevitably there are some which fall by the wayside, sometimes for good reasons.

As with everything in life, it is sensible to set ourselves realistic targets that we know we can achieve.

For example, I could say that I will give up smoking because that would be the smart thing to do but I know that promise won’t last, so I am not going to make it.

I suppose the best plan of action really is not to make any resolutions at all, that way nobody will be disappointed and any life changes that are achieved will appear as a bonus.

You can therefore ignore anything that is legible in this picture!

HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ONE AND ALL..... one thing I will promise is that there will be another picture tomorrow.

Le Lex, European Comission, Brussels.

Teoría de las ventanas rotas:

"Consideren un edificio con una ventana rota. Si la ventana no se repara, los vándalos tenderán a romper unas cuantas ventanas más. Eventualmente, quizás hasta irrumpan en el edificio, y si está abandonado, es posible que sea ocupado por ellos o que prendan fuegos adentro."

Broken Windows Theory:

"Consider a building with a few broken windows. If the windows are not repaired, the tendency is for vandals to break a few more windows. Eventually, they may even break into the building, and if it's unoccupied, perhaps become squatters or light fires inside."

For Our Daily Challenge (broken)

The lock on this travel trunk has been broken for years. I screwed wheels on it a couple years ago and now it's my coffee table.

Broke a James Duff 2.5" lift coil while scouting Charleau Gap trail near Tucson, Az. Not sure why it broke, I wasn't doing anything hard. It apears that the bottom two coils broke from the rest of the spring. I'll now more once I pull the spring

tagbot can see something I can't?!

spied this while waiting to cross the road looking up at top of buildings,

Broken window

A broken plastic tray with holding it's broken pieces. It is still useful even while comprimised.

Joe dropped his iPhone at work today. Apparently concrete is deadly. It's sad.

Should I feel guilty for using my iPhone to take this photo?

Corkscrew Swamp Sanctuary

Strobist

SB28 into Ezybox coming in from top left of the frame.

1 large reflector coming in from the bottom of frame

1 small refelctor from bottom left

On Huntington Ave.

iPhoto

i was once content alone.

Broken Ankle

20110806-6772

Doel, het dorp dat moet blijven maar wat er bijna niet meer is.

i wrote something for you guys.

it's called broken glass.

its 2011 and i am 13

the sky is clear and im wearing a paramore tee

the air has started to get warm again

the sun pours down and kisses my skin

& it’s almost bittersweet how simple life was back then

there’s this guy that with im completely obsessed

every day we flirt sheepishly over text

then there was one day when things took a turn

at his house in his bedroom he said, get undressed

my hands started shaking and my stomach in a knot

my heart pounding like a drum, and my cheeks getting hot

frozen i sat there, a blank stare in my eyes

closer he came, running his hands up my thighs

“shhhh,” he said, “be quiet, it’s okay,”

even though i was trying to get away

it’s 2014 and now i am 16

it’s hard to be alone with a boy without flinching

and now there’s this guy who is the talk of the town

word on the street is he’s been hunting me down

finally one day he decides to make his move

and really no one has ever talked me up so smoothe

i try to hang out in groups to avoid being alone

until one day when i needed a ride home

everything’s fine, but i still feel nervous

luckily i have gotten better at not letting it surface

we get to my house, im saying goodbye

until he asks if he can come inside

i panic and can’t seem to come up with an answer

my heart rate just keeps getting faster and faster

he gets outs of the car and says, “ill take that as a yes”

laughing, he winks and starts walking up the steps

paralyzed i sit in the passenger seat

watching as he enters my house without me

i shake and i tremble and stare at the floor

i attempt to swallow my fear as i open the door

for once in my life, i pray someone is home

but of course not

it’s just him and i

alone

he disappears briefly into the kitchen

and returns with a towel

saying “it will only hurt a little bit”

its 2016 and now i am 18

i cope with the hurt by drinking and sleeping

it sounds worse than it is but i guess that’s life

at least it was better than the razor and knife

in two short years i knew both love and heartbreak

i guess that’s what you get when you let your heart get its way

i thought he would be the one who could heal my pain

instead he made it worse and drove me insane

and now im supposed to be an adult

but im completely broken and its all my fault

now im in college and i still need to cope

so i find all the bad kids and continue on a downward slope

i cut off my hair and dye it black

i sleep in til noon and always talk back

one day im crying so my friends take me out

we get so drunk so i cry again, but i dont know what about

im on the porch with a friend, and hes grabbing my hips

i cant tell what he’s saying and i think im gonna be sick

so i run up the stairs and i throw up in the sink

im crying as shes screaming what did you put in her drink

next thing i know i wake up on a mattress on the floor

my shoes are off and my shirt is torn

--

now i’m sitting in a room full of chairs

a fishtank with a treasure chest is where i stare

my name is called and i stand up, alone

god i just want to go home

“we’re just going to need a sample for the laboratory,”

“for what?” i ask, she says, “it’s mandatory.”

there’s some papers with questions that need me to explain

except now it says

“rape victim”

instead of my name

it’s 2017 and now i am 19

i’ve been in this small little room so many times now that it probably smites me

i don’t know if i can ever be the same

let alone know if i’ll ever be sane.

session after session nothing ever changes

i still go home and cry every night, the usual stages

the nice lady asks if im feeling any better

and she tries and she pries but i never let her

but after a while, i just stop going

instead i go for walks even while its raining or snowing

one night i picked up a paintbrush and canvas

i tell myself, i’ll have mine, since he’s had his.

it’s 2018 and now i am twenty.

i’m no longer a teen, i feel full, no longer empty.

i can no longer feel the pain of my broken heart.

i took all of that fucking pain.

i made it into art.

my ideas have taken me place, even overseas,

i have made thousands and saw my work in multiple galleries,

people even wrote stories about my eye for my art,

going as far as saying it moved their heart.

--

for years i believed that all i was, was broken.

letting everything hurt and remaining unspoken.

for years no one knew what on earth was the matter

but i did.

i let the cracks in my armor shatter.

and while i let myself sit there awhile, weak and defenseless,

i finally woke up, and came to my senses.

with life on my side and a no fear left in my heart,

i think i can finally begin again

do it over

a new start.

♡

Fuji X-T1 + Sigma Mini Wide II 28mm f/2.8 M42

Broken Ankle

True love can lead to a broken heart. So can leaving me with a pile of Love Hearts! Tragic I had to eat them all after.

blow-out, fire to glow and smoking

Broken Ankle

A cobweb taken last summer gets a makeover!

broken dishwasher spring

ben broke his arm a little over a week ago. he was wrestling with friends in their front yard and apparently landed really wrong. this xray, 8 days later, shows that the break is not healing as they hoped. so we're off to the surgery center this afternoon to knock ben out, re-set this and prob put a couple pins in.