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It was a fine day,
We walked laughed and swirled around,
Then it happened.
You stepped on me,broke me down.
And all the colors and happiness
turned into a broken lollipop.
By El Anatsui. Composed of recycled pressed gtin and mirrors. Along the High LIne, New York City. Reflections in the mirrors are of the surrounding buildings.
He was loud, aggressive, ugly and had a broken rear leg that had healed sometime earlier, perhaps years earlier, which affected his antler growth as well as his stride. He challenged just about every bull in the area but none would fight him, feeling sorry for him, I think. I did not find him the next year. All rights reserved.
The camp host at Calf Creek told us about Broken Bow arch. The drive out there is an ordeal. High clearance vehicle needed for sure. About an hour of constant wash-board. The hike is three miles to the arch, following cairns and the creek bed. Pictures of the arch just don't do it any justice at all. You are following the trail, turn a corner and this massive arch suddenly appears out of nowhere. In the pictures, you can't tell the size except in a few you can see a tiny person (either myself or my husband) underneath. As the creek cuts under the arch, there is a washout created where you can camp under the overhang on the shores of the creek. We were the third and fourth people there the entire week. The trail was so clean. The only signs of humans were cairns and foot prints. Save water for the hike out. The last little bit (and the first, but you're fresh then) has no shade and the last few yards, you have to scramble up loose sand to the trail head.
Possibly not immediately obvious from this photo, but the front wheels are supposed to point in the same direction.
Sadly, some unknown person flung their car into it the other night. I just hope they hurt their car too.
Waiting to see what the insurance company make of it.
The hub of the broken pulley is still in place, and the outer wheel and belt were undamaged. Getting it off wasn't easy with nothing to stop the pulley wheel from moving!
For 7 Days of Shooting/Week #20 - Straight and Narrow/Focus Friday
A piece of wrought iron girder from the first bridge over the River Tay, found built into a house in Broughty Ferry, Dundee. The end is damaged where it has been torn apart when the bridge collapsed during a gale on 28th December1879. The train which was crossing at the time was carrying seventy five passengers and crew There were no survivors. The girder is in the National Museum of Scotland, Edinburgh.
Broken glass blocks litter a corner of a storefront on Main Street in Picher, Oklahoma, now a ghost town after being declared a Superfund site.
After the kids where in bed for an hour there was a crash and the top bunk had collapsed. No one injured thank god.
"Mourning the broken balance, the hopeless prostration of the earth
Under men's hands and their minds,
The beautiful places killed like rabbits to make a city,
The spreading fungus, the slime-threads
And spores; my own coast's obscene future: I remember the farther
Future, and the last man dying
Without succession under the confident eyes of the stars.
It was only a moment's accident,
The race that plagued us; the world resumes the old lonely immortal
Splendor; from here I can even
Perceive that that snuffed candle had something . . . a fantastic virtue,
A faint and unshapely pathos . . .
So death will flatter them at last: what, even the bald ape's by-shot
Was moderately admirable?"
~ Robinson Jeffers, 1887-1962 ~
From: The Broken Balance
Sadly not quite sharp enough for the scrap theme in CM - too little time and too much in my hands at the time....
I peeped in through the shattered window of a rundown, boarded up building and took this shot.
St. John's, Newfoundland
"Broken Hearted" oil painting on canvas.
I painted this when Rove McManus lost his wife Belinda. There is nothing more heart breaking than loosing a loved on, but there is Hope! ...in this painting the blue bird of happiness waits for the joker to look up... Thankfully in real life Rove has found love again.