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Broken egg found near home, at plain place, not under tree. I have no idea about which birds or snakes egg it is. Kept back near by as we are guessing it might be Indian cobra's egg...
Another bike wreck. This time on my mountain bike. I was going down a jeep trail around 22 mph when I flipped over the handlebars, landing dead on my right shoulder before rolling over.
Results : Road rash (dirt / gravel), broken collar bone. Going to miss the Iron Horse bike race next week, going to miss the Highline Hustle triathlon in a couple of weeks. Boo hoo.
I had to hike out from the bike wreck site around 5-6 miles. Took around two hours of straight walking. I was able to call my wife though, and she met me at the trail head. The owner of the bike shop was going to retrieve my bike for me.
A collection of photographs taken on the 22nd November 1987 at the Surfest '87 event held at Newcastle Beach, Australia.
Surfest '87 was also known as "The BHP Steel International" and ran from 14th-22nd 1987.
The images were shot by Chris Patterson for Hannan Photography, who were engaged to record the event by Peach Advertising on behalf of the Surfest sponsors B.H.P. (The Broken Hill Proprietary Company Ltd).
The images were scanned from the original 35 mm colour negatives, at 3200 dpi using an Epson Perfection V700 Scanner. They comprised sheets labeled under the original numbering sequence of CN8162. (CN=Colour Negative) One sheet comprises black and white negatives.
The original negatives are held in Cultural Collections at the Auchmuty Library, University of Newcastle (Australia).
You are welcome to use the images for study and personal research purposes. Please acknowledge as "Courtesy of the Hannan Photography Archive, University of Newcastle (Australia)" For commercial requests you must obtain permission by contacting Cultural Collections.
If you are the subject of the images, or know the subject of the images, and have cultural or other reservations about the images being displayed on this website and would like to discuss this with us please contact Cultural Collections.
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These images are provided free of charge to the global community thanks to the generosity of the donors (Don McCririck of Hannan Photography) and the Vera Deacon Regional History Fund. If you wish to donate to the Vera Deacon Fund please download a form here: dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/21528529/veradeaconform.jpg
...with Thames Valley Police shielding us from traffic.
A pothole did something to the electrics this time we thinks.
Broken Crow @ work/play on a Brooklyn rooftop...
Here's the completed stencil/painting: www.flickr.com/photos/brokencrow/2665741235/
Brooklyn, NYC
Bodie, an old gold and silver mining town beginning in about 1870, lasted until about 1930 before closing for good. Hence the broken down cars that remain in Bodie today. Interestingly, Bodie lies at 8000 ft. of elevation and suffers from severe winters. So, as much as the gold rush in Bodie which drew 10,000 residents, it must have been a horrific place to live - disease, daily murders, etc. A quote from a young girl in the East that was relocating to Bodie with her family was, "Goodbye God, I'm going to Bodie".
My old analogue television broke whilst viewing a load of my images. This was a shame, as it meant no more TV, but also interesting in terms of the fuzzy, skewed images that came out. Here they are.
This one is a chandelier in Poland. Abstracted through a broken TV in Wales. Uploaded via a computer in Paris. What a world we live in, eh.
Back to the analog way that Lomography calls their rule : the surprise of taken pictures by a shitty camera after fimprocessing. I have another rule : break the display of your shitty digital camera...
Now you ask me to move past;
forward with this hurt inside.
Broken now; and falling apart.
Touch the clock of time; turn it back
for the mercy of my soul.
I can not move . . . past this pain;
words, feelings and disguise;
the truth is out; it can not hide.
My anger fills me and I am hushed.
Not bruised; but broken
heart beats in crazed rhythm;
it's hard to say what I'll do
if I'm pushed.
I walk away; turn off the phone;
your words haunting my soul.
Cynthia E. Jones