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This is one of the last photos of my friendly Fox .
I have fed him and talked to him for over 4 years.
He has now disappearedβ¦β¦β¦β¦β¦β¦.
Strange to say, I am almost heartbroken β¦β¦β¦β¦..
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It is always nice to see them resting! Most of the time nature is wonderful and amazing to witness and brings so much happiness to my heart. This winter has been a heartbreaking winter for the snowy owls because many of the snowy owls caught the bird flu and died. They had been hunting and eating the ducks that were infected with the bird flu and caught it that way. I was heartbroken and some of the owls I had photographed had passed. I am happy to hear that some snowys have been seen lately and hopefully they are hunting rabbits and mice instead.
I'm sick to the very pit of my stomach that anyone can go to a concert and not come home. So many children caught up in something of which they have no understanding. I'm heartbroken for the people of Manchester.
How I wish we could change this world.
For those lost, those hurt and their families.
It seems as if I am not allowed to use John Groban's song, so please go Youtube and listen to him singing "To Where You Are" Thank you.
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I am too heartbroken to write more except to tell you that our beloved Isis passed away this week. We thought we would have her with us for much longer.
She was the smartest cat ever.
We miss her terribly.
There were much better photos of her, but this one seems to show her personality the best.
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βThe Legend of Barnafossarβ tells of two young brothers who lived on a farm near the HvΓtΓ‘ River in Iceland. One winterβs day, while their parents were away at church, the boys tried to cross a natural stone arch over the roaring falls. They slipped and were swept away by the riverβs icy currents. Heartbroken, their mother had the arch destroyed so no one would suffer the same fate. The name βBarnafossarβ means βChildrenβs Falls,β forever preserving the memory of the tragedy.β
Looking NE as the Yellowhead Highway leads to Jasper Alberta.
I'm heartbroken about the devastation that has hit this favorite destination. Reports that 1/3 of the town on mostly this near end are gone. Everyone had to evacuate. Fortunately they all got out safely.
The fire still lingers, with more damage in the park lands nearby.
May they get it under control soon.
I honeymooned here plus had many other great stays and photo hunts here over many years. Can't comprehend that much of it is gone. A generational loss.
Hope the wildlife moved away safely as well. Lots of game here.
Another view in comments.
I will share more shots of this special park, one of the very finest on the continent during the next couple days.
Thoughts, prayers and best wishes for Jasper and it's citizens.
β‘
I'm coming up only to show you down, for
I'm coming up only to show you wrong
To the outside the dead leaves, they're on the lawn
Before they died, had trees to hang their hope
At every occasion, I'll be ready for the funeral
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Pic taken at Mischief Managed last night.
Torn
I tore the web
of a black and yellow spider
in the brash of weeds
and down she came
on her surplus of legs
each of which
touched me and really
the touch wasn't much
but then the way
if a spider can
she looked at me
clearly somewhere between
outraged and heartbroken
made me say "I'm sorry
to have wrecked your home
your nest your larder"
to which she said nothing
only for an instant
pouched on my wrist
then swung herself off
on the thinnest of strings
back into this world
This pretty, this perilous world.
Mary Oliver
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"Intrusive Thoughts" by Natalie Jane
I'm historically heartbroken
Drownin' in my own emotions
One minute away from breakin' down, down, down
I'm always leavin' empty-handed
No one wants a heart that's damaged
Only know a love that lets me down, down, down
My beloved boy and best friend went to the spirit world yesterday and I am devastated. He has been with me a third of my life and I feel lost without him. We have many beautiful memories and grand adventures together but right now i cry all the time.The house is so empty without him. This is an earlier image of him in the woods. Kakashi loved being outside exploring the woods. We went for walks nearly everyday. He lived to be an amazing 20 years old and 4 months but I am heartbroken at his passing.
I will be taking some time off from Flickr.
A couple of years ago, when we were coming back to Twin Falls (we didn't live here then) from a day trip to the City of Rocks, we drove by these windmills right after sunset (one more spectacular than this). I wanted to stop to take a photo, but my wife was tired and we needed to pack our bags to go back to Boston next morning. I was heartbroken.
The thought of coming back to this spot at just that time of day haunted me since then. Well, come back I did! I knew I would (we were going to move to Twin Falls eventually).
New England has its charms, but living surrounded by pine trees and oaks, and with an east facing ocean shore, meant we did not get to enjoy many beautiful sunsets. Enter the wide open spaces of the American West!
One of my favourite places to be in Brighton is on the beach under the pier. A couple of months ago I was standing there, camera in hand, and couldn't figure out at first what was 'wrong'. Then I suddenly realised that all of the rope and net, which washes in on the tide and wraps itself around the supports under the pier, had disappeared along with the barnacles. I was heartbroken to see everything looking so sterile. I needn't have worried. How quickly it all comes back! I guess it has to be cleared from time to time, but I was very happy to recognise the view that I love again. :))
Good morning everyone. Just a single pic of a Monarch (Danaus plexippus) nectaring on Goldenrod (Solidago) taken just yesterday. The white out of focus flowers are Heath Aster (Aster pilosus) which are just beginning to bloom.
Short story about this pic, more specifically about where it was taken. Five years ago it was my favorite place for photographing butterflies, especially in the Fall. Then grain corn prices went through the roof and whoever owns the field plowed it under and planted corn. I was heartbroken at the time. Then last year no corn was planted. Once again this year no corn and the field remained untouched, which allowed Mother Nature to do her thing.
It's right next to the reclaimed strip mine and about five acres in size. Not very big, but come late Summer - early Fall it's a garden paradise for wildflowers. Goldenrod, Heath Aster and Boneset rule (once again) with a few Field Thistles thrown in. Needless to say it attracts more than its fair share of butterflies. Presently Monarchs have been congregating in large numbers in and around the field. Scores of them...maybe hundreds. A combination of migrants and locals, which I'm sure are gathering together before heading south.
I've been to this field three times in the past week and have had a field day (no pun intended) photographing Monarchs. Putting the fun aspect of the photography aside, it was simply magical being surrounded by so many of these majestic butterflies. The few hours spent there over the three days will not be soon forgotten.
Thank you for stopping by...and I hope you have a truly great weekend.
Lacey
PS...the above pic is a combination of two photos I stitched together. And it should go without saying you'll be seeing lots of Monarch pics over the coming months from yours truly...sorry about that.
Many of you know Don Briggs by his phenomenal photography. Through the years, I grew to know the man as my dearest friend, though we never met in person.
Don used to post some of the most gorgeous photos of Maui, and our contact was limited to the usual comments until one day when Don messaged me, asking if I wanted a DSLR camera he wasn't using. I replied that I couldn't afford it, but Don said, "I didn't say anything about money. I have one I'm not using and thought you might like it." That is how the friendship started. Don was generous to a fault, and wanted to help whenever he could. He saw that I had promise, and he wanted to do something about it.
over the years, we began to communicate every day. we had a lot of personality traits in common, and we eventually became best friends, though I always felt he got the short end of the stick!
Through the years, this man had some close encounters with death, being diabetic and having some heart issues, but Don was strong and very independent natured, even driving himself to the hospital once after a stroke! I was beginning to think he would live to be 100. Unfortunately, that was not the case.
A few weeks ago, Don texted me that he'd had a heart attack. Right after that, I fell and broke my pelvic bone. Don used to say we were running a competition with our infirmities! From opposite sides of the country, we were both in hospitals or rehabs, but while I was mending, Don was not. One night he called me in the wee hours of the night, barely able to speak, saying how he was ready to go, and didn't want to live like that, unable to lead the life he wanted to live.
I began communicating with Ed, Don's stepson, who called me yesterday to tell me that Don had passed away at 2:40 A.M. West Coast time, January 9, 2025. I am devastated and heartbroken. Don was way more than a friend. He was family. No one will ever fill that gap, and I will miss him until I die.
This photo was one of Don's selfies that I post processed a long time ago. He said he liked the job I did. I wish I could have been as good of a photographer as he was, but few ever reach that level of professionalism.
I will miss our daily texts, but mostly I will miss this wonderful man that I never got to meet in person, but whom I grew to love dearly. I wish there were words to express what a wonderful person Don was, but there aren't. He would detest this tribute, but he's getting it anyway! Do yourself a favor and stop by Don's photostream. It's amazing. www.flickr.com/photos/donbriggs/
BNSF 9294 leads a westbound Clay Boswell coal empty through the fields of western Minnesota near Crookston.
As good as the leader looks from the perspective of 14 years later, the second unit was what the foamers were out for. There was a chance the merger scheme'd SD60M, BNSF 9297, was going to be leading this train, but, it wasn't meant to me. Neither was me ever catching it leading... but it wasn't for lack of trying.
Dual-window SD60Ms in BN whiteface were by far my favorite unit and paint scheme to catch, so it wasn't like I was heartbroken the 9297 wasn't leading. I'll take a whiteface SD60M all day, e'rrrday...
It's odd. I don't really think about death or mortality when I'm in a cemetery. I'm among the dead, and yes, obviously I know they were once alive and now they're not and at some point none of us will be. That's all there, but it's not something that's at the front of my thoughts.
I don't look at a stone and think "oh this person lived a long life," or anything like that.
Except when it comes to unmarked graves of children. There is something unfathomably sad about this. So sad that it's not even sad in the traditional sense. It's like a black hole in an otherwise serine and beautiful day.
"Our Baby" has no name now. There's no date of birth, no death date, no family name.
When I saw it, my mind immediately dreamed up a story for this little one. Actually, no, for this little one's father. More than likely, at this time in history (early-ish 1900s, for sure), it would have been the father who made some arrangements for the stone and burial.
It seems unlikely that this child had a name. They probably died at birth. And this heartbroken father had to drive his wagon into the nearest town and tell the stone carver that his newly born child was gone.
The carver would have asked what he wanted on the stone, and all he could say was "our baby." There is something beautiful and so very loving about this.
Often in the cases of infant deaths, the inscription would read simply "Infant son of ___________." Perhaps there would be dates and maybe even a little inscription, likely suggested by the carver.
But in some cases, like "our baby" (and like my dearest stone, "Our little Rosa"), the love bleeds through the heartbreak.
Someone asked me recently if I ever felt "spirits" while I was in the cemeteries. The answer I gave was plainly, "no." They meant ghosts of some sort and that's something I don't have a belief in.
But it's also not entirely true. I have felt a type of spirit, I have felt this love. It doesn't happen often, but when the stones become devastatingly personal, yet still joyous, I feel that love. I feel the love for "our baby" and the love for "our little Rosa" in ways that "infant son of M.N. and F.L. Morgan" cannot give.
This little one is buried next to Lena and Auguste Crome, neither of whom reached their first birthday, in 1890 and 1897, respectively. Their father is buried there too, dying just two years after Auguste. The mother, Diena, apparently lived on, but is lost to history.
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'Our Baby'
Camera: Chamonix 45F-2
Lens: Steinheil Rapid Antiplanet 6,5; 27cm
Film: Fomapan 100
Exposure: f/64; 2sec
Process: FA-1027; 1+14; 9min
Washington
Jun 2023
The three big bogs in Charlestown Meadows where I live were all cleaned out this spring because of invasive plants, poor drainage, etc. I was heartbroken as there was barely a blade of grass left. But it's been a few months and the grass is growing back, a few wildflowers have returned, and this afternoon I found this beauty ruling over her little kingdom.
A letter to the heartbroken.
Dear reader,
I hope you aren't but if you are going through heartbreak right now keep reading. Heartbreak can come from anywhere, from death, from love, from hate, from family, from friends, anywhere and anyone. You never know it's coming until it does and you can't prevent it.
But it's okay.
You're allowed to be heartbroke, it means you're human, it means you're a good person with good intentions. Whatever you were feeling you felt it strongly and something happened that brought you crashing down. It'd be more concerning if you weren't sad. People will tell you you need to get over it, you need to cheer up, you need to not think about it, it's not worth your time. Ignore them.
If it is enough to make you upset in the first place it is enough to be an issue. You are allowed to cry, you are allowed to take time on your own, you are allowed to go through all these emotions. Because how would you be able to heal if you're still upset? What you need is a friend who won't tell you all this "You need to forget" you need a friend who will sit and let you cry, who will hold you only when you need holding and wait patiently until you are ready to heal before starting to recommend ways how.
Everyone goes about this process in their own way. It's okay, it's a good thing. If you know someone going through this don't offer to do what you would want, ask what they want. If they don't know ask if they want to feel sad for a while. Sometimes all it takes is patience, you can't expect a wilted flower to be repaired the next day.
It's the same with humans.
Thank you for reading β₯
Now go tell your friends how much they mean to you!
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Sif is traditionally depicted with long, golden hair which some scholars claim symbolizes wheat.
She is part of a divine fertility couple as Sif represents the soil of the earth and the golden bounty of the fields.
Thor, the thunder god, represents the rain that fertilizes that soil to produce crops.
As a jest, Loki the Trickster, cut Sif's golden hair, leaving her bald and heartbroken. This may represent the harvesting of the crops and the stubble left in the fields.
Thor forced Loki to replace the cut hair with golden locks.
In my picture the replacement is a crown formed of wheat heads and swirling flag leaves, which Sif wears over her regrown hair, which is once again almost ready to harvest.
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Deep Blue Sea Β· by the Dead Horses
- DEEP BLUE SEA -
If you find yourself weary
If you find yourself broken down
Brother, you're not alone
If you find yourself heartbroken
Sinner in a sacred place
Sister, you are safe
If you find yourself feeling lost
I know the road can feel so long
Mother, you're not alone
If you find yourself a falling leaf
Maybe you'll drift right next to me
Cause we all swim in the same deep blue sea
"As I lay me down to sleep
this I pray
that you will hold me dear
though I'm far away.
I'll whisper your name
into the sky
and I will wake up happy.
I wonder why...."
Sophie B. Hawkins (As I lay me down to sleep - 1994)
Silent introduction into my mind... Deep wounds worn ..Tattered and Torn..heartbroken Weathering a storm. .Used and abused..confused.. Living in a world of empty frames . Don't worry ..Don't care at all. Hide the heart..that reveals your flaws...Post the memories that make you shine or leave it all behind. Opening up and closing down through the scars inside and out. ~S.F.~
ME: (looking through a tube to see better)
Benny....what are you holding in your paws?
BENNY:
Huh....Mummy Marian?
...Thanks for being here. I don't feel comfortable.
I....well...um...I'm heartbroken
ME:
Of chocolate...and half-eaten
BENNY:
Eh....yes ....that's true. I saw that the chocolate is expired and it's a waste to throw it away. Best before 1 March 2023 it said on the packaging.
ME:
No Benny..you accidentally misread that on purpose.
It says: Best before 1 March 2024!
BENNY:
May I see?
Hmm...yes...misread...can happen.
Sorry Mummy! (gives other half chocolate heart back to Mummy Marian)
ODC: Through a tube
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Today we had to say goodbye to Chia. I am heartbroken. We were lucky enough to have 15.5 years together. Love you forever, Chi.
There is an interesting Hawaiian legend tied to the Ohia tree and its flower, the Lehua blossom. The legend is tied to the volcano goddess, Pele. This story explains that if you pluck this flower, it will rain on the same day (for a tragic reason).
The legend says that one day Pele met a handsome warrior named Ohia and she asked him to marry her. Ohia, however, had already pledged his love to Lehua. Pele was furious when Ohia turned down her marriage proposal, so she turned Ohia into a twisted tree.
Lehua was heartbroken, of course. The gods took pity on Lehua and decided it was an injustice to have Ohia and Lehua separated. They thus turned Lehua into a flower on the Ohia tree so that the two lovers would be forever joined together.
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Megan leg got worst so we had an emergency x-ray done, the news was devastating, she had a tumour in the Elbow joint, due to her age and breed an operation was not an option.
Due to restrictions because of the virus I was the only one allowed with her.
I am heartbroken, 10 happy years, but it feels like just a moment in time, She now runs free with Poppy with Rainbow Bridge. a friend said to me I will be mobbed when I get there. how true......
Take care, stay well and stay safe my Flickr friends xx
Three great horned owlets are attracted to something in the next tree over, probably a squirrel. Unfortunately, a couple of days ago, two of the three stirred up a swarm of bees in the tree and were badly stung. One of the owlets fell out of the tree, was rushed to a raptor rescue group but did not survive. The fate of the second is currently unknown. Nature can be very cruel and the photographers and general spectators who had been observing these owlets since early February are heartbroken.
Photographed in Pinellas County, Florida. .
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5 years later, I'm still as heartbroken...still can't believe she's not here with us. Being at this place that she loved and where she now rests and sharing a glass of wine which she also equally loved always brings me closer to her and brings me some peace.
For Flickr Friday... Mythology
One day Narcissus was walking in the woods when Echo, an Oread (mountain nymph) saw him, fell deeply in love, and followed him.
Narcissus sensed he was being followed and shouted "Who's there?".
Echo repeated "Who's there?"
She eventually revealed her identity and attempted to embrace him.
He stepped away and told her to leave him alone.
She was heartbroken and spent the rest of her life in lonely glens until nothing but an echo sound remained of her.
Nemesis, the goddess of revenge, noticed this behaviour after learning the story and decided to punish Narcissus.
Once, during the summer, he was getting thirsty after hunting, and the goddess lured him to a pool where he leaned upon the water and saw himself in the bloom of youth.
Narcissus did not realise it was merely his own reflection and fell deeply in love with it, as if it was somebody else.
Unable to leave the allure of his image, he eventually realised that his love could not be reciprocated and he melted away from the fire of passion burning inside him, eventually turning into a gold and white flower.
Thank you, M, (*_*)
Our wonderful little Chloe passed away tonight. She had diabetes, was blind, and selectively deaf. She has been our companion through some really hard times in our lives. Our hearts are broken and we will miss her forever.
I took this back in July of this year (2019)- you can see she may have been a little spoiled. She was a great traveler, too, and enjoyed many times on the way and at our other home in New Orleans.
Chloe- May 21, 2006 β Sept. 16, 2019
We had been planning our trip out to Glacier National Park for about a month and we finally arrived this past week. Shortly after arriving, my main workhorse lens that I have used for a majority of the pictures I post completely died. My immediate reaction was devastation as I did not have another lens that would work for the majority of the trip. The Lord reminded my heart that I needed to trust and be thankful in all circumstances, even one as hard as this one. It was both one of the sweetest evenings of my life and hardest all at the same time. Once we arrived back at our Airbnb for the evening, we tried everything we could to fix it, contacted every camera store in the area, and looked at every used lens on the market within driving distance, and nothing worked. I was feeling heartbroken at this point. The only option we had left was to make a 7 hour roundtrip down to Bozeman to either rent a lens or buy one which was way out of budget. At this point, all we could rely on and truly the only thing that we should ever rely on was the grace of God! The Lord truly was so gracious as He generously provided the finances through both of our families for a brand new lens which is what I used for the image above. What seemingly was a tragedy for a photographer, the Lord fully redeemed! Both of us repeatedly reminded each other of His grace and provision! Our hearts have been overwhelmed by His presence, kindness and generosity on this trip. Our God is SO GOOD!
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