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Defeated Confederate soldiers lament their fate and mourn their brothers after the fall of New Bern, NC into enemy (Union) hands.
Taken during the reenactment of the Battle of New Bern (March 1862.)
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Heartbroken: EVERY Monday night at Studio80 on the Rembrandtplein in Amsterdam! Party: Heartbroken Venue: Studio80 Coverage by: Waking up in Amsterdam!
Heartbroken: EVERY Monday night at Studio80 on the Rembrandtplein in Amsterdam! Party: Heartbroken Venue: Studio80 Coverage by: Waking up in Amsterdam!
sweet sugar is a good model,she got pretty face and figure,we invited her to the keelung sea
coast and we want her to pretend a pityful girl which just lost her lover ,so she expressed sad mood that made the frame full of sexy and heartbroken atmosphere.thank sweet sugar
she did her best model job
A poem for all people who feel like a flower in bloom starting to wilt with every breath you take.
I bloomed one fine summer day
but now that's changed, gone away.
Every breath has become harder to take
All my feelings become lisless, fake.
I thought I was loved, treasured, needed, wanted
I flaunted
my beauty everywhere
so people could look, glance at me, stare.
What happened to that happy me
that I was so glad to be?
I bloomed one summer day
but now that's changed, gone away.
I was popular with many friends
they were supposed to be there till our ends.
They left, their gone
they, with me, shawn.
Now I'm alone
with no one to take me home.
I bloomed one fine summer day
but now that's changed, gone away.
I feel like a wilted flower
one with nothing, not even power.
~yoyomiksta
Heartbroken: EVERY Monday night at Studio80 on the Rembrandtplein in Amsterdam! Party: Heartbroken Venue: Studio80 Coverage by: Waking up in Amsterdam!
Heartbroken: EVERY Monday night at Studio80 on the Rembrandtplein in Amsterdam! Party: Heartbroken Venue: Studio80 Coverage by: Waking up in Amsterdam!
I smile for a second, then it's gone.
When I realize I'm all alone.
Why is it so hard?
I won't cry.
Oh so hard, But I won't cry.
Heartbroken: EVERY Monday night at Studio80 on the Rembrandtplein in Amsterdam! Party: Heartbroken Venue: Studio80 Coverage by: Waking up in Amsterdam!
Heartbroken: EVERY Monday night at Studio80 on the Rembrandtplein in Amsterdam! Party: Heartbroken Venue: Studio80 Coverage by: Waking up in Amsterdam!
Heartbroken: EVERY Monday night at Studio80 on the Rembrandtplein in Amsterdam! Party: Heartbroken Venue: Studio80 Coverage by: Waking up in Amsterdam!
Heartbroken: EVERY Monday night at Studio80 on the Rembrandtplein in Amsterdam! Party: Heartbroken Venue: Studio80 Coverage by: Waking up in Amsterdam!
Heartbroken: EVERY Monday night at Studio80 on the Rembrandtplein in Amsterdam! Party: Heartbroken Venue: Studio80 Coverage by: Waking up in Amsterdam!
All any of us can do is pray. Lord, whose birth we celebrate, please hold those who are hurting especially close to your heart.
[ breve carta a un desconocido de ojos verdes con quién me crucé hace muchos pero muchos años en un hostel de la ciudad de nueva york:
i keep opening my heart for you to inhabit it and you keep trying to leave it, stabbing your way out with whatever mode of emotional outburst you find at hand...
i'm really tired of this.
if you need a reason to hate me, then go ahead and hate me. but please take your nationalist/ linguistic anger and misplaced frustrations somewhere else for they are not welcome in my home. any. more.
f. ]
Heartbroken: EVERY Monday night at Studio80 on the Rembrandtplein in Amsterdam! Party: Heartbroken Venue: Studio80 Coverage by: Waking up in Amsterdam!
sweet sugar is a good model,she got pretty face and figure,we invited her to the keelung sea
coast and we want her to pretend a pityful girl which just lost her lover ,so she expressed sad mood that made the frame full of sexy and heartbroken atmosphere.thank sweet sugar
she did her best model job
Because of winter-stop-shooting I'm just looking forward for a spring and meanwhile showing you my non-published last summer works :) hope, you'll enjoy it!
Heartbroken: EVERY Monday night at Studio80 on the Rembrandtplein in Amsterdam! Party: Heartbroken Venue: Studio80 Coverage by: Waking up in Amsterdam!
Heartbroken: EVERY Monday night at Studio80 on the Rembrandtplein in Amsterdam! Party: Heartbroken Venue: Studio80 Coverage by: Waking up in Amsterdam!
Heartbroken: EVERY Monday night at Studio80 on the Rembrandtplein in Amsterdam! Party: Heartbroken Venue: Studio80 Coverage by: Waking up in Amsterdam!
sweet sugar is a good model,she got pretty face and figure,we invited her to the keelung sea
coast and we want her to pretend a pityful girl which just lost her lover ,so she expressed sad mood that made the frame full of sexy and heartbroken atmosphere.thank sweet sugar
she did her best model job
To Joey,
Thank you for the year you gave our family. You brought us much laughter, love, and sloppy kisses. You were a pillow, a friend and an alarm clock for the kids.
Thank you, we will miss you greatly.
Love,
Your Family
xoxox
It has been an emotional weekend. Our 1-year old black lab, Joey, who has been featured in my photos quite a bit got sick on Thursday. He stared throwing up that morning and I took him to the vet several times over the next few days but truly never expected that we would lose him. I had to be up in Seattle on Monday and didn’t find out until late in the day that he was not going to recover. I drove home that night in a state of shock but now that I am home I keep getting reminded of just how empty the house and our life will be with out him.
I had a love hate relationship with that darn dog. More love really, but I didn’t want to get another dog when we lost our lab Ogee last year. I didn’t want the responsibility but I was overruled and the husband and kids brought him home. Before I knew it Joey got into my heart and now it is breaking. He treated the kids like littermates and I loved to watch him play with them. He will be missed more than I can really put words to.
We have been devastated and heartbroken. Billy's best friend of 22 years, his dearest and closest friend in the world Jesse, died yesterday. He was 31. He went to sleep Friday night and never woke up. Jesse was as dangerously handsome as a man can be, he had charm that could win over anyone and get him out of almost any trouble he found himself in. He was a dedicated runner and still ran off into the woods on a regular basis to catch snakes and frogs and any other reptile he came across. He was Lance Armstrong and Peter Pan and Brad Pitt all in one guy.
I have never been shaken by anything in my life to this point like this has shaken me. The visceral reaction I had is still aching in my ribcage. I feel like I have had the wind knocked out of my body. I have never felt a helplessness like I feel seeing Billy, this big broad shouldered bull strong man, so weakened by emotion that he didn't have the strength to even lift his head. Seeing someone I love in so much pain will in the end have changed me as a person.
I have begun to see all emotion in my heart in my minds eye in the form of a photograph. The photograph I see now, but cannot post, is of Jesse in his Umbro's, with sun on his shoulders and that disarming smile on his face, waving goodbye as he's turning to start his run down the road...they way I have seen him leave so many times before.
or was it?
They argued, he went to the front of the boat. She looked so sad. I took a sequence, not minding my own business.
Venice, March 2006
Hankies For The Heartbroken. meetmeatmikes.blogspot.com
We made these at Brown Owls last night.
We got the idea from the very excellent benignobjects.blogspot.com/
We Used:
Blue B6 Print Gocco
Gocco HiMesh B6 Screens
ATM card as squeegee
Black Permaset Aqua Textile Printing Ink
New Handkerchief
I was heartbroken to hear about the passing of David Bowie. His music was transcendent and always a part of my life. I am going to miss him sorely.
I did have the luck to see him 3 times and the last time was the best. My wife and I caught his show before we were married in Montreal playing in a small venue. He was touring doing mostly obscure songs. I will always remember that concert as being the best of all of the shows I saw.
The people that remained, are heartbroken, all they had has been lost. In conversation with them, it becomes clear that PTSD has set in, as despite their best efforts to salvage what is left, there is very little to build upon. They are without power, water, roofs, and in many cases any of their belongings. One resident pictured here, Eliseo Nunez Ruiz told us he was doing his best to not visualize his own suicide, but he felt he was losing the battle.
Heartbroken: EVERY Monday night at Studio80 on the Rembrandtplein in Amsterdam! Party: Heartbroken Venue: Studio80 Coverage by: Waking up in Amsterdam!
Heartbroken: EVERY Monday night at Studio80 on the Rembrandtplein in Amsterdam! Party: Heartbroken Venue: Studio80 Coverage by: Waking up in Amsterdam!
Hankies For The Heartbroken and HayFeverish. meetmeatmikes.blogspot.com
We made these at Brown Owls last night.
We got the idea from the very excellent benignobjects.blogspot.com/
Heartbroken: EVERY Monday night at Studio80 on the Rembrandtplein in Amsterdam! Party: Heartbroken Venue: Studio80 Coverage by: Waking up in Amsterdam!
I have always loved George Carlin. Like many of my contemporaries (usually boys), I sat in my room listening to AM/FM and Class Clown, memorizing his words, his cadences, his rhythms. I grew up and left the confines of my childhood bedroom, but I always felt I somehow carried George with me.
At some point in the early 80s my mother was living in Las Vegas, working in the gift shop of the MGM Grand. One day, in walked George Carlin. My mother gushed, I am sure, but she got over the point that my daughter "is your biggest fan." The next day, this gracious guy came into the gift shop, looking for my mother, with a signed glossy -- dedicated to me.
Years later, as George talked about his own mother, a domineering, narcissistic alcoholic of Irish descent, I could only wonder if, as he stood talking to my mother George thought, "Oh, yeah, let me help this kid."