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The old railway bridge in Fort Augustus, Scotland - Just the pillars remain. One pillar, hidden in the trees, has its own tree growing from the top.
My broken glass ring tree. Not sure why I've still got it, but it came in handy for this week's theme. I used to have the necklace tree that went with it, but that broke years ago.
Can't even remember now how long I've had this, but it's been a very long time.
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My husband surprised me with a beautiful bouquet of roses for Valentines Day. He is so thoughtful, he took one rose to each of our daughter's and to our youngest daughter's teachers too. I was trying to photograph one of the roses with my macro lens and ended up knocking the whole vase over breaking it. It's sort of been one of those days, trying to make the most out of the situation. I didn't rearrange anything, just shot these where they fell so they could tell their own story.
This was a gift from my husband almost ten years ago. It´s a beautiful decoration that reflects on the wall, with special lights from the mirror underneath, Unfotunately it doesn´t work anymore. Also there is a crack since it was once dropped on the floor. Still I find it so beautiful and have kept it, just as it is.
Hmm to everyone!
I have no choice but not to fix it, this chair is beyond repair. This is a plastic version of a beer garden chair and it has given up. The slats are less than 2 inches wide.
"I like that you're broken,
Broken like me.
Maybe that makes me a fool.
I like that you're lonely,
Lonely like me.
I could be lonely with you."
-Lovely the Band
I'm falling apart, I'm barely breathing
With a broken heart that's still beating
In the pain, there is healing
- Lifehouse
A Snowy Egret snaps through and attempts to grab a meal, but merely manages to break the glassy surface.
Seven years bad luck?
I am a puppet, held up by your strings.
I am a puppet trapped in your ring.
I am a puppet for you to enjoy,
I am a puppet I am your toy.
I am a puppet for you to use
like hollow wood for you to use
I am attached I'm only yours
a puppets act to earn your applause
I am the peasant and you are the king
and my only escape is to cut the strings
There is only one way for a puppet to die...
You must cut the strings and commit suicide
Broken Arch, Arches National Park.
One from the archives, while I'm dreaming of a post-covid travel ban trip to the southwest.
This is the tallest of the many dahlias at the farm, about six feet -- almost as tall as me! I didn't support it properly, though, and a few stalks have broken off in high winds.
The missing and broken blades of the windmill reflect the deterioration of this once prosperous farm.
Happy Windmill Wednesday!
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