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Broken statue and grave slab in St. Raphael Cemetery near Plaquemine, Louisiana. My guess is that this grave was hit by a falling tree. I remember this cemetery being grown up with brush and trees years ago but now it is cleaned and is currently in use.
10. Mai 2018
Photo by Hagen Hoppe . www.hagenhoppe.com
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My first attempt at shooting broken bulbs. I ran through 8 bulbs and got about 20 usable shots. Plenty of fodder for colorization of the smoke and I'm working on some ideas for the next shoot.
Footpath from Golden Bank to North Broadgate Lane.... strewn with broken bottles..... a real health hazzard.
Blue undies: She is my first broken petite. I repaired her a long time ago. She is here for moral support for her sisters.
The first thing this abandoned beauty made me do was rush home to play my piano. It really hurts my heart to see a piano that has been neglected and can't be played :( I don't understand why places aren't emptied when they close? Books, computers, furniture, pianos, trash, etc Such a waste :(
On Corfu in Greece, the German tourists have their own mail boxes! The spider web icon on the right indicates that delivery may take a little longer. Not shure wether the broken script indicates that mail posted here is only delivered to Germany, Switzerland, Austria and the World of Calligraphers though. Anyway, all of my holiday postcards made it all the way to their destinations in various countries :–)
In the mountains of the Sinai, miles from anywhere, hundreds of broken Sprite bottles litter the roadside.
Well, I come home from Spain for work, and in the first week I fall in the university and break my foot. I haven't had any broken bone since years, and now! Especially now. I had so many plans... Damn it. An orthopedic cast for about 6 (!) weeks
Near the oyster beds at Ferry Bridge on a very foggy day. The seagull was a very patient subject. Weymouth, Dorset, UK.
Nikon D90 - ISO200 - 20s - f13 - 105mm - B&W ND110
A broken window in the Wudadao neighborhood of Tianjin, China.
Wudadao (五大道), or the Five Main Avenues, are an affluent and historic section of Tianjin, China, in the Heping district just south of downtown. They five main avenues (streets more than avenues) are: Chongqing, Changde, Dali, Munan, and Machang. They take their names from cities in southwestern China.
This is a small, eminently walkable neighborhood (nearest subway station is Xiaobailou on line 1) that is most renowned for being eclectic. It is primarily residential, but sprinkled throughout the neighborhood are quite a few chic restaurants, trendy boutiques, a few sculptures, and a small park. The avenues have an east-west alignment and – from at least two of them – there are nice views of the Tianta Television Tower to the west that can be framed by the tree-lined avenues.
Wudadao is a photographers’ delight. Architecturally, it has a smattering of quite a few different styles: Renaissance, Greek, Gothic, and Romantic. The area designates 230 buildings as historic with those architectural styles from Britain, France, Germany, Italy, and Spain. About 50 of the houses have been lived in by local and national celebrities which also adds to the quirky attractiveness.
Strolling the avenues with a camera is a wonderful way to spend a morning or afternoon. Stop in and grab a bite at any of the restaurants in the neighborhood. (I’m personally quite fond of Chateau 35 on Changde Dao which is one of the best steakhouses in Tianjin.)
If you are tired of strolling – though the area isn’t terribly large – you also have the option of renting bikes to ride around (standard, tandem, or “bike carts”) or even touring the area by horse and buggy. You will most certainly run into photographers like me trolling the streets and probably be pleasantly surprised by the area.
better large - Lunedì sera ero triste e stanca e alla fine ho anche rotto un bicchiere. Mi sentivo anch'io così, un po' a pezzi. Perchè non fare una foto?
We went round to my nans on Sunday to get the veg planted. First job was to rake the veg plot. Within second the end was off the rake. This wouldn't be so amusing if it wasn't for the fact that every single time I go to my nans I break her garden tools. I'm begining to think she puts all these duff tools out and about, already bust, so that I break them and buy her brand new ones. What a cunning plan.
Phil.