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Taken in the class..
Didn't we both promise not to break our promises? Wasn't it beautiful when we believed in everything? Why did we let our dreams fade away like a small cloud the wind has blown?
After I took this photo, I notice the way the leaves overlapped, and the droplets, reminded me of a broken heart, so I added the frame..
Today, we went to a church-owned camp and retreat center, to see how our youth can help to clean up. We're planning a retreat there in April, and have learned that high winds and heavy snows have caused many heavy branches and trunks to break.
Soon, we'll be working to get the place ready for summer campers!
On an otherwise snowy day, the sun peeked out long enough for me to get some contrast in the broken part of this tree trunk.
Totally random, I just knocked it over with my blanket and decided to snap a few before throwing it away.
Broken Social Scene - November 12, 2010 - Vevey, Switzerland
Photos by Charlotte Zoller © 2010
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The other night I found these run down buses at Shasta College, their fenced in so I had to stand on a chair and hold my camera up in the air to get the picture.
When I save up enough money to buy some decent light equipment this is one of the first places I want to do portraits at!
Camera: Canon EOS 40D
Exposure: 0.008 sec (1/125)
Aperture: f/3.5
Focal Length: 44 mm
ISO Speed: 3200
Broken Hands
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My lil sister was playing with her &' the next thing i know her hand completely broke off -.- , she said it was an accident &' said she tried to pose her &' then it broke so yeah . Mite get an obitsu or fix it myself
"He was just a man with a hard life, many would comment. He labored hard and served everyone well. A disease of his negligence took him by surprise and left him broken and torn, a handicap he was called. He cried for justice day and night on the bed of thorns he laid. Misery and heaviness sat in his heart and nothing was the same. He sat through the rain and shine, tearing and wearing him out. There was nothing to fight anymore. "Why oh why" he cried. Nothing came... but the still small voice.
This is the story of the broken bicycle"
Help him out. Its getting harder and harder to breathe. I wish I could be of help. Tell me what to do.
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.