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In the heart of downtown Broken Arrow, the First State Bank Building is now home to the Main Street Tavern.
I loved the redundancy of a window in front of a concrete wall, and also the diversity of the colors in the glass and the wall.
Outside Sing Hin Kung Study Hall, Ping Shan, Hong Kong.
The door is broken. I love the wood texture on it.
Film: Ilford HP5+, Mimicking platinum and palladium print by Photoshop.
The blur was not intentional. I was just trying to figure out how the macro worked on this borrowed camera. But, let's just say that this is seen through teary eyes.
Photo recycled for Our Daily Topic: Broken
Photos from Australia ICOMOS 210 Conference and trip to and from Broken Hill.
Australia ICOMOS, TICCIH (The International Committee for the Conservation of the Industrial Heritage) and the City of Broken Hill will convene the annual Australia ICOMOS conference in Broken Hill from 22-25 April 2010. The conference will be held at the Broken Hill Entertainment Centre.
Conference Themes
Theme 1 - Management of Historic Towns
General management issues in addition to local, national and world heritage listing of historic towns and associated protective mechanisms
Theme 2 - Industrial Heritage
The management challenges of industrial infrastructure
Theme 3 – Remote Pastoralism
The changing cultural landscapes and the technology of pastoralism
“Do not watch the petals fall from the rose with sadness, know that, like life, things sometimes must fade, before they can bloom again.” Unknown
Sometimes life becomes too much to deal with, everything is pulling you in a million pieces. Sometimes its so much you become burnt out from the things that you love and feel no longer yourself.
My wife was hit by another car in Vardoetunellen. Mirror by mirror, and the sidewindow breake up. No injuries, thank God! The meeting car did'nt stop. Photo by Vardoe police.
Here you can see the frame of our broken couch. They collected it today, supposed to have dropped off a replacement, but hopefully we'll get one soon!
Taken on a recent photo-meet, where we were limited to bringing one camera, preferably film, rather than digital, and one, prime, lens.
This was taken using my Mamiya 645 Pro TL and 80mm lens, on Fuji Provia 100f.
It's a window of a derelict building near Paddington Station in London.
I saw the shell and thought it would be a great picture. Little did I realise that I was taking a picture of a break-in at Mr Snail's house.
The Broken Dishes pattern is made into these hot dish pads and each is just over 11" square. They are machine-pieced and machine-quilted, have a layer of reflective material to assist in the heat-keeping effort, and are another work in the Benni Harper Quilt Project. They now have new homes with friends who share my love of Earlene's books.
so I'm still setting up things from the move (a month ago) and the heavens fell and broke upon the earth...well the bathroom tiles anyway. Oh well.
When you hear about 40 co-workers, speaks around you in a meeting, just like you were not there, almost ignoring you, in your school, your a art teacher, discuting, how they could eliminated, art class for the next year in september 2009, in the school you teach, something inside colapse.
When you know, that you are loosing your job.
When you know that the kids needs those arts Class but it is too late, you miss the earlier meeting who you should have being there but also, the majority had made up their mind to through out the art of the school so...
When all of this go through your mind, you panic. You are in a meeting. Everyone knows but you. You feel stupid. You had miss the most important meeting because you don't work that day anymore.
You had asked the boss for info but she did not give it to you about that day.
She told you to go run after those busy teacher all over the school who does not want art class in the school.
So, This just happen to me today, march 12, nobody had the time give me a hit, to what was going on.
Because they thought i knew maybe?
Of course.
After, some time, i started a panic attack in during the metting. I took a pill.
But, earing, people, laughing, making jokes, ignoring me , totaly, the art teacher, was begining to be so intense, i had to leave.
I got out. I did not feel part of the school anymore. Not part of the teem.
When i saw the kids, out side, my eyes started to pull tears.
It was so hard for me.
To see, that the hole school let them down.
I knew that they needed art class so baddly and know that they love to have a real professional art teacher.
So this is my story for today.