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A heat wave or spell is defined as 3 consecutive days above 90* F. We officially came under the spell on Friday. The spell was broken last night as a cold front moved through dropping some well needed rain. 175/365
I received my GI Brick package today and it contained a OM FG42. Well the mag that comes with it is broken!!!! I literally took it out of the bubble package and there it was in the little tiny box....broken.I am pretty upset that it arrived broken. I hope you guys can help! :(
A broken reputation on the internet can seriously damage your professional image and, in turn, career outlooks.
In a perhaps misguided effort to revitalize my photography, I decided to start one of these "photo a day" projects. I have already been at it for a month, but I am just starting to upload now. It has been, and will be, a challenge to keep the photos interesting. We'll see.
Tenuous Link: broken
The fracture face of my broken halfshaft taken by Ian Ellis. It looks to me as if it's been fatiguing away, failing in several stages. An unusual failure, so not sure what started the process. An opportunity to upgrade, as I'm having the whole axle replaced with a full GTV spec unit - a longer 4.1 ratio for better cruising and a LSD for better traction.
I may be broken, I may feel like I'm falling apart, but somehow something keeps pushing me. Yes, my soul has been touched, turned on. Yes there is a flicker inside. I'm not sure how it still burns, but the warmth is still there. Barely. it feels sometimes like the fire is dying, like the cold is setting in, the ice is capturing my heart. But somehow, something blows on that flame and makes it a little stronger for just a while, just long enough to melt the ice before it becomes so much that my heart stops beating. But I cannot cling to false hopes, hopes that I know will never come true, I have to let go, to move past it, to see the truth and take comfort in the fact that all things happen for a reason. And the only person I truly have to look to in order to make myself feel better is myself. There is no one else. That's what happens when you're alone. But it's okay...because I have to find myself in my own skin and be happy with that person i see in the mirror every morning. I'll get there.
Today I sang. Today I got up in front of a bunch of people, some of who I knew, some I didn't, and played with a group of musicians I've never played with before, and I sang my heart out. For no one but myself. There was no pressure, there was no one to prove anything to, it was just me, I only had to prove it to myself that I could do it and have the courage and faith in myself to do it, and I did. And you know what, it felt phenomenal. I wasn't nervous, i wasn't scared, I wasn't even excited, I just got up there, was comfortable, and did what I needed to do. I got so many compliments it blew me away. It was so easy. And I did it for me.
I have to thank George, for being so sweet and kind to me, for stepping up and saying what he did, for being a friend, for playing with me when I wasn't sure he would. I have a lot of respect for George and his music, he's one heck of a guitar player and I was honored to have him behind me.
Things will be okay. I have more support now than I ever have in my entire life and I'm still not sure what to do with it. But I will be okay. One day.
Broken Social Scene @ Bar Patanegra, D.F., México
More photos of this event, here: www.esnips.com/web/BrokenSocialScenePhotos
This jar of apricot jam broke during shipping. The jam is so thick that the broken glass stayed stuck to the jam, and nothing leaked into the box.
I don't know what happened to my MBP battery but it seems that a weird chemical reaction made my battery dissamble.
Broken and boarded up windows on Horton Street, St Philips, Bristol.
Copped in Picnik for WALLS only WALLS! group.
Original here: www.flickr.com/photos/antphotos/768422162/
Hi guys, i have a big problem with my Fashionistas Dolls!!!
the legs have started to broken D: . 3 dolls have this problem.
why is this happing??? i need you help.
Even on this calm evening, there was a wind up here (and not the ghosts of baked-beans past either), so in a real howler, you can see that trees can be vulnerable
Passed by an abandoned property while out scouting today. There is an abandoned trailer (have to find a way in), an abandoned barn (nothing but road apples) and an abandoned garage. I cannot, for the life of me, understand why this old roll of film was dangling off the side of a workbench, but I wasn't arguing. The difficult thing was balancing my feet on the old sofa (behind me) and my chest on the broken screen door , and laying semi-parallel to the ground. Since I can't move anything in my adventures (it's a personal thing), I have to find ways around.
This shot was originally intended as a joke - a silly version of all those jetty shots you see of the Lake District - but in the end I like it in its own right.
These poles are meant to be supporting the pipe which is discarded on the right and the "water" was pouring out of the broken pipe just behind where I was standing. Normally for a shot like this I'd probably sit or lie down but I decided against it this time ;)
The polariser likes wet sand.
I set out home from the Pub last night, following the same routine I always do: wrap the chain around the stem and lock the lock on so it dangles to the side of the bike. As I took off, I made a wide s-swerve down the street like I like to do and noticed the lock had shifted to behind the headset, preventing the handlebars from turning properly. “I should fix that at the next intersection” I think to myself. However, the next intersection has a taxi cab entering it from the right hand side and I instictively attempt to turn to avoid it. Since my bars can’t turn, I tried to force it a bit and the lock popped loose and the front wheel spun around perpendicular to the proper travel of the bicycle, throwing me over the bars where I landed in the middle of the intersection square on my left shoulder; breaking my collarbone, dislocating my shoulder, tearing a muscle in my leg and generally making a spectical of myself.
Broken-banded Leafroller (Choristoneura fractivittana), Hodges#3632.
After I took this photo, I saw a photo of a similar moth by Anita363, and I am pretty sure they are the same species.