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The rain wasn't too bad overall, but the wind was strong enough to collapse and - in this case at least - break umbrellas.
At WonderCon 2012 ← writeup
Taken on my way to campus. Both pots were broken similarly, so I'm assuming it was done purposefully.
BROKEN SHOUT.
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Everett locked everyone out of my home office one day. The lock was old and the key was long gone, so I had to call the locksmith to break in. Everett owes me $100.
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I was skating today and literally fell on my face. I broke my glasses and the glasses cut my face. I fell on my wrist as well and that hurts like hell. I can barely type with this damn wrist guard on. If I was wearing it while I was skating, I wouldn't be cursing near as much as I am right now.
A 180 nose grind turned into a 270 face bump to glasses break to fakie.
set out on a narrow way many years ago
Hoping I would find true love along the broken road
But I got lost a time or two
Wiped my brow and kept pushing through
I couldn't see how every sign pointed straight to you
Every long lost dream lead me to where you are
Others who broke my heart they were like northern stars
Pointing me on my way into your loving arms
This much I know is true
That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you
I think about the years I spent just passing through
I'd like to have the time I lost and give it back to you
But you just smile and take my hand
You've been there you understand
It's all part of a grander plan that is coming true
Every long lost dream lead me to where you are
Others who broke my heart they were like northern stars
Pointing me on my way into your loving arms
This much I know is true
That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you
for you my hubby....in spite of the road that seemed to be so difficult, I'm so thankful it led me straight to you.
I bought this Isle of Wight plate at the Inchinnan fete and gala day but Graham accidentally smashed it about twenty seconds after we got it home. I have kept the pieces for a crafty project or two.
Who's to blame for the life that tragedies claim
No matter what you say it don't take away the pain
That I feel inside, I'm tired of all the lies
Don't nobody know why
It's the blind leadin' the blind
Guess that's the way that the story goes
Will it ever make sense somebody's gotta know
There's gotta be more to life than this
There's got to be more to everything
I thought exists
The sea defenses of Felixstowe are in a bit of a sorry state at the moment and from the sounds of things are gonna have to cope for now thanks to cuts in government funding. Every time there is bad weather they just get worse and even the new defenses don't seem to be lasting for long. And to sum Felixstowe up the pier in the background has been shut down for probably about 5 years due to it being unsafe; knowing it was once one of the longest piers in the country makes it all rather sad.
Oh and as some one has said it does look very nice on black bighugelabs.com/onblack.php?id=5343724414&size=large&...
Doe about 18 miles east of the M-28/US-41 junction. Not a pretty scene – the body was pushed/dragged across the road from the center line, resulting in a smear of stomach contents. One of her legs was broken and somehow became twisted up and over her head.
The ravens had been there and were waiting none-too-patiently for me to leave.
Blogged - jorieobrien.blogspot.com/2012/06/broken-doe.html
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A sculpture for an art show I am participating in.
The theme of the show is ruin and reclimation. I liked the idea of the doomsday clock no longer working, there is some positivity there.
It is all black and is very tough to photograph. It is an assemblage of many items making a psudo Grandfather Clock, it is completely nonfunctional.
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 house was in the middle of nowhere. So much so, that it seems like vandals hadn't really discovered it. Most of the windows were intact (even the curtains were still up). This was one of the only broken ones.
Blogged in The Woodwork: Hoodman woes.
This is a picture of my two Hoodman H-D70 FlipUp LCD caps. The one on the left broke due to my negligence during a hike in Oregon (the left cover and spring disappeared in the water due under regular use, but I had a nervous habit where I open and close the thing constantly). The one on the right failed on it’s first use and was defectively made near the hinge (or assembled incorrectly).
Strangely the areas that were weak/defective areas on one are rock solid on the other.
I used Dave McNally’s low tech product shot setup to take this photo. I dodged the photo to the whiteground using levels but then reduced the opacity it to return a hint of shadow.
( Nikon D70 ) ƒ22, iso200, 1/3sec, 55mm, tripod, SB-800 slave
DxO (color, blur, distortion, ca, vignette, lighting, noise), Photoshop (levels)