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Here are the glass beads again from my broken necklace incident yesterday (www.flickr.com/photos/bjornert/8514194359/), this time on some boardwalk planks.
Some lady came up to me while I was taking this to ask me "if I was ok"... Apparently its not normal to lie on your stomach, by yourself, in the middle of the day, on a public walkway -- even if you are just trying to get a really low perspective on a photo. Who knew!
I guess sometimes you just have to let people think you're weird in order to get the shot you want. Oh well :)
Just found out why the subwoofer in my dad's computer speakers has never worked well, it's been breaking!
Just when I was about to start a 6 hour long flight, the Kindle's screen got messed up. It worked fine all other previous days, but decided to break on the day of my return flight. I had no backup physical books, so I wasted a trip day without reading.
A cute little box crafted by my granddaughter but which somehow jumped off my deck. I found it on the grass downstairs with the missing piece nowhere to be found. A quick text message to my daughter with this photo confirmed it was our family heirloom.
Added DoF with Aviary which stripped my EXIF info. I hate when that happens. Taken on August 29, 2013. EXIF below.
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alexis while running @ recess was accidently bumped and....
ouch :O
doctors + x-rays agree :: it's definitely broken
specialist on wednesday.
the broken bone is too tiny to pin, so the hand surgeon put me in a splint for 6 weeks. i'm only typin' with 9 digits and hopin' that my left index finger's first knuckle works right when I get the splint off.
Wheeler Reef Cyclone Yasi Destruction
I’ve just paid a visit to my favourite GBR destination. Wheeler reef is 75km east of TOWNSVILLE and is on the inner side of the GBR belt. Its bathed in nutrient rich tidal currents and has escaped the ravages of C.O.T. ( crown of thorns starfish) and large tropical storms for several decades at least.
On wheelers NW side it boasted a most intricate and delicate hard coral gardens that could only be described with superlatives like “ this is as good as it gets “ and you wouldn’t be exaggerating!
A sand cay that sticks its head out of the water for about 3 hours either side if low tide and some great deep water reef diving down to 35 meters and it was easy to see why Wheeler was listed as one of the GBR premium snorkelling and dive sites.
Cyclone Yasi hit wheeler from the NE & it no doubt copped turbulent 10me+ waves and a tidal surge that ripped thru it cracks and crevasses with enormous destructive power. In the shallows my beloved pristine coral garden is no more! A pile of broken bones covered in slimy green algae litter the once pure white sand floor.
For a start it was heart breaking to snorkel thru the shallow barren gullies in company with my hungry fishy friends. Then on closer inspection I noticed small live coral remnants almost everywhere so I guess in the scheme of natures ebbs and flows its no big deal and no doubt given a little time my beautiful coral gardens will rebound .
The news was better when I dived the deep water with not a lot of noticeable damage below depths of 15 meters .Strangely the marine life in the deep seemed even more prolific than normal with plenty of browsing reef munchers and lots of predicator trout and cod hanging around walls and gullies. My personal favourites, the magnificent jet propelled Trevally, Mackerel and Barracouta were cruising thru the plentiful bait fish…no change there.
Away from the edge of the main reef structure the sand was clean and still home to the normal sandy cellar dwellers . It was also heart-warming to find the usual blue spotted eagle rays , gliding green turtles and reef sharks still as per normal..
The southern side of the reef suffered comparatively less . I guess the coral is accustomed to the battering of the south east trades and being stronger and less prolific fared much better.
I think GBR divers and explorers are a hardy breed and whilst there is no denying the extensive under water damage inflicted by Yasi all the way up the north coast there remains plenty of amazing and even new locations to explore :).
ODC - BROKEN - June 6 - 12, 2022 - My daughter sent me this bowl about 10 yrs ago and it arrived broke in half, my sweet hubby glued it back together for me. It was handmade and painted!
10. Mai 2018
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Rhapsody on a Windy Night
Twelve o'clock.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Dissolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
Half-past one,
The street lamp sputtered,
The street lamp muttered,
The street lamp said, "Regard that woman
Who hesitates towards you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
You see the border of her dress
Is torn and stained with sand,
And you see the corner of her eye
Twists like a crooked pin."
The memory throws up high and dry
A crowd of twisted things;
A twisted branch upon the beach
Eaten smooth, and polished
As if the world gave up
The secret of its skeleton,
Stiff and white.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the strength has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Half-past two,
The street lamp said,
"Remark the cat which flattens itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter."
So the hand of a child, automatic,
Slipped out and pocketed a toy that was running along the quay.
I could see nothing behind that child's eye.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp muttered in the dark.
The lamp hummed:
"Regard the moon,
La lune ne garde aucune rancune,
She winks a feeble eye,
She smiles into corners.
She smoothes the hair of the grass.
The moon has lost her memory.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone
With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain."
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets,
And female smells in shuttered rooms,
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars."
The lamp said,
"Four o'clock,
Here is the number on the door.
Memory!
You have the key,
The little lamp spreads a ring on the stair,
Mount.
The bed is open; the tooth-brush hangs on the wall,
Put your shoes at the door, sleep, prepare for life."
The last twist of the knife.
-- T. S. Eliot