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Broken Records - Le Divan du Monde - May 11, 2011 - Paris, France
Photo by Charlotte Zoller © 2011
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For Obscura Day, it was a trip to Fermilab, the geek Mecca in Batavia, Illinois.
Broken Symmetry, on the Pine Street Entrance. It's a three-span arch, painted black on one side and orange on the other.
Fermilab has decided to ban photography groups from taking tours. To quote Katie Yurkewicz, the Fermi PR person
"Our tour program is not designed to accommodate groups whose primary interest is photography. We are not resourced to be able to regularly guide such tours safely."
damn.
luckily it wasn't the same hand seen in an earlier picture - this was a cheap thing I found in a Charity shop,the other one was a bit more expensive...
Sigh. But this is why I prefer things made of plastic. To me all ceramics are just waiting for their time to be broken... stupid things really.
These broken wings can take me no further,
I’m lost, and out at sea,
I thought these wings would hold me forever,
And on to eternity,
And far away I can hear your voice,
I can hear it in the silence of the morning,
But these broken wings have let me down,
They can’t even carry me home.
In broken dreams that keep me from sleeping,
I remember all the things I said,
Well I’ve broken all the promises,
I said I would be keeping,
They’re gone, like leaves they fell,
For it’s so hard when you’re far away,
All I needed was a shoulder I could cry on,
Now these broken dreams have woken me,
My love, will you carry me home.
Or will you treat me like some traveller,
On a dark and lonely road,
Who sees a light and a woman who will give him love,
Oh and just when she reaches the part,
When she’s supposed to comfort his broken heart,
She turns away, and sends him travelling on, on,
Oh when I left I believed that nothing would go wrong,
I thought the whole world would be waiting for my story,
Take me back, my love, I need you now,
Come back and carry me home,
Take me back and heal these broken wings,
Come back and carry me home.
BALLITO, KWAZULU-NATAL, SOUTH AFRICA - JUNE 28: Broken board at the O'Neill SMTH Shapes Rookie Rippers on June 28, 2023 at Ballito, Kwazulu-Natal, South Africa. (Photo by Kody McGregor/Ballito Pro)
It appears that even hard plastic cases cannot save electronics from my sheer clumsiness. >_<;;
Screen glitches notwithstanding, it's still working as good as new. But that *is* annoying to look at, particularly for someone with obsessive-compulsive tendencies like myself...
A nice view of Broken Top from Golden Lake. We've gone about 75% of the way around Broken Top, with about five more hours of hiking before we're done. Whew!
These photos are from my first outing with the Traveling Trip 35 last summer, when it was broken. As you can see, focus was dramatically inaccurate even at infinity. As well, the pictures you see here are some of the only ones that got within an acceptable range of correct exposure. The rest of this roll, plus two others, was mostly unscannable, let alone printable.
The camera has since been given a professional fix-up by flickr user Irish Light, and I've had the opportunity to shoot a few rolls over a particularly cold and sunny February. I'm really excited to see how they turned out.
Our trip to Norway ended with a ride home in an AA Relay truck!
We flew back in to Bristol Airport (no fog this time!) and stayed at the same motel one more night. The car was fine when we drove down the road to the Fox and Goose for dinner. The following morning, just as we set off, the front suspension collapsed!
Broken coil spring. The AA came out very promptly, and organized a tow all the way back to the garage in Walberton.
It could have been worse ... it could have happened on the way to Bristol, before the holiday.
I got up at 6 am and went to the bathroom. Bugalu was sitting there, looking uncomfortable. I picked him up gently, and he cuddled in to my chest, and I walked back to the bedroom, and got in bed very gently.
He fell asleep on my chest, and then snuggled next to me, making little snorffling sounds and purring. I am amazed and honored at how much this cat trusts me.