Its Monday morning here in Australia. Monday morning and the first day of new month. This week’s photo challenge is BROKEN and I am going to see what happens if we do our Yaaning on the Photo Challenge Topics.
Sit down awhile and I shall take a look through my images and see what’s been broken in this last little while.
I was out on the Highway a couple of weeks back when I caught sight of a car on the median strip and another blocking the Southbound lanes. A young woman was driving one of the cars and 2 gents the other. It was a lucky accident in its own way with noone hurt too bad and neither car totally trashed. They were, however, BROKEN. Dented and damaged and the people’s travel plans were ruined as well as their nerves.
The PACIFIC HIGHWAY is not a road I am able to be fond of or proud of. I will put some links up about it and I think it could well be described as a Broken Road.
1. Forcibly separated into two or more pieces; fractured: a broken arm; broken glass.
The Old Dog from next door is a wee bit broken down. His legs are arthritic and twisted and he can no longer chase off the foxes. I have taken a look at the Free Dictionary Online and there are a good few dimensions to Brokenness listed there.
The first one is “Forcibly separated into two or more pieces.”
Cairns Post (Qld. : 1909 – 1954), Tuesday 21 February 1933.
Some of us are mugs-just bought
Some of us are broke-ah, that’s a
Some of us are not broke-only
2. Sundered by divorce, separation, or desertion of a parent or parents
Let’s start the month off with a wee roundup of things. Leo is at the front fence. He stands there most mornings and the pair of us have a good think about things. August is a month which usually holds a majorly significant event of some kind for me. That has ranged, over the years, from marriage, my mother’s death and getting clean to house moves. I would not mind at all if this August is a quiet low key one because most of these events have been preceded by suffering and distress.
This August already holds a couple of doctors’ appointments and plans for the MOB to move 1000kms away from me. A week or two and I will be 24 years clean. That seems to be the predictive lineup for the moment.
As for today, its chilly but sunny and clear. It’s a working and school day which gives me a good chance of having the property to myself. I live with a musician and he’s off to rehearsals in Coffs Harbour.
I shall take a look around the blogs at the PHOTO CHALLENGE for this week. I think the topic is BROKEN. If so, I shall be putting a pic of my own face up to see whether the broken places show. The hurts I haven’t absorbed as easily as I might have done. The shocks which smash into my persona like a sudden Ulmarra hailstorm. The searing grief pains corrosive fears. We shall see.
Yep. BROKEN is the photo challenge topic for the week.
Toys in the attic and some of them are broken and cannot be mended.