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If blood will flow when flesh and steel are one
Drying in the colour of the evening sun
Tomorrow's rain will wash the stains away
But something in our minds will always stay
On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are
How fragile....
Sting – Fragile lyrics
Exhibition "Double Sexus", Louise Bourgeois & Hans Bellmer, Haags Gemeentemuseum by Hendrik Petrus Berlage architect, The Hague, the Netherlands
The second shot in a series of 3. Another blast of colour needed at this time of year.
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This image I would like to dedicate to my wife, over the last 2 days she has been ill, nothing life threatening but still enough to reaffirm how fragile we all are. I love you Alison x
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hug the ones you love
look people in the eyes when you ask how they're doing
wait for them to answer and listen
let someone who's hurting know that you're there for them
no~matter~what
love, love, love....
life is too fragile not to
Avant-garde light and sound show in St.Giles Cathedral during Edinburgh's Hogmanay. Really weird and neat at the same time. Not convinced about the electronic music though.
This tattoo holds the most meaning out of all my tattoos. It's about that transition that takes place, when reality slaps you in the face one day and you regret more than you can handle. Not everyone will experience this but it's like coming back to life after being a zombie. Everything in the past just seems a horrible, uneventful haze.
I'm 24 now but I was 19 when the concept for this tattoo came to light. I was dating this guy, yes it's one of those stories, and in this situation he was verbally abusive to me. I was young and dumb and honestly didn't stand up for much in life. I had no plans for the future and sufficed to sit on the couch the rest of my days watching others live their lives on T.V. He couldn't stand it. He saw potential in me but I wasted it. I was scared, needy and honestly, weak. We fought constantly. He would say things like "You don't deserve what you have, it's unethical.." or "Those shoes are so hideous and they make you look like a stupid, vapid, whore.." My only defense was to cry when he said those things. During one of our many fights he finally just said "You're like a Fragile Deer, I feel like I could just break you in half..." My eyes swelled with tears at this phrase. I didn't want to be a Fragile Deer, running away at the slightest bit of danger. We broke up and I panicked. Realizing he was right. I was wasting my life on a couch, avoiding the outside world and risk because I was afraid. I didn't want fear to cripple me anymore and so I didn't I began to not let it.
It's been years now but the Fragile Deer is what has always pushed me to take on challenges and risks in my life. I've transformed into something I only dreamed of at 19. Whenever I face new challenges and become unsure, I just remember how I'm not the Fragile Deer anymore and everyday I leave it further and further behind...
I didn't draw this tattoo...in fact I don't know who did..I found it and the minute I saw it I knew it matched for me...I don't really care it's origin at this point...It's the meaning that counts to me
A shakedown shoot for my living room studio with Leigh. All seemed to work well :)
Strobist. single bare flash low right with an A4 reflector/flag lighting the background and preventing flare. cheap radio triggers.
J'ai appris hier qu'une de mes anciennes voisines est décédée d'un accident tragique. Elle a voulu se baigner dans un lac et l'hélice d'un cargo l'a aspirée et son fils a tout fait pour la sauver mais en vain elle a été déchiquetée par l'hélice. Son fils a subi un violent choc nerveux et de plus, il ne s'était jamais remis complètement de la mort de son père il y a environ 2 ans. Elle n'avait que 53 ans. Toutes mes pensées sont avec sa famille et en particulier avec son fils Pascal qui a perdu ses 2 parents. Je me rappelerai toujours de son sourire magnifique et de sa gentillesse.
I learnt yesterday that one of my ancient neighbour (53 years old) died of a tragic accident in a lake by bathing, she was inhaled by the helix of a cargo boat. Her son made everything to save her but in vain she was ripped by the cargo boat. All my thoughts are with her family but in particular with her son who lives this terrible event. I'll always remember her magnificent smile and her big kindness.
From this spring and processed in monochrome then but somehow never uploaded.
Fragile ferns are my favorite spring plant.
I took this photo over the Han Riverside, South Korea. I searched the sky to find seagulls. but it rarely appeared into my eyes. this one is a successful image that I took at Jul 3th 2015.
More cracks, more shifted brickwork, many repairs.
Blog post here:
suetortoise.wordpress.com/2013/02/16/this-fragile-townscape/
My 50th birthday flowers from my brother-in-law and his family were delivered in this extraordinarily bashed box.
And when I say "delivered" I mean abandoned behind our car with no attempt to ring the doorbell (we were in) or put a card through the box (what they say they'll do when unable to deliver).
The flowers are somewhat bashed too - not surprisingly... many of the buds have simply broken off and the fuller flowers are bruised.
Pagari 1 is a house with a colourful past. In March 1918, during a time when the newly declared independence was still incredibly fragile, the residential building housed the Provisional Government of the Republic of Estonia.
The Estonian War of Independence (1918–1920) was also coordinated from within these walls, and until 1940, it was the location of the Ministry of War of the Republic of Estonia. In March 1991, before the restoration of independence, Estonian Police initiated work in this building. Unfortunately, a tall, dark shadow towers over the past of this majestic house.
For almost half a century, Pagari 1 housed the headquarters of the ESSR’s People’s Commissariat of Internal Affairs, or the NKVD, later known as the KGB, and its cellars were utilised for a long period as prison cells, the most notorious ones in Estonia.
Hostile totalitarian regimes eliminate their enemies without mercy. This building with its prison cells and upstairs interrogation rooms was a place where criminals attempted to break the spirits of the Estonian people. History confirms that it was a failed attempt.
Now, the building is once again used for its original intended purpose – as a residential building. The KGB Prison Cell exhibition ‘History of the KGB House’ speaks primarily of the crimes committed there.
But just before entering the building, it is well worth taking a glance at the beautiful facade of one of the most elaborate Art Nouveau buildings in Tallinn and pondering the strangeness of history.
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