Broken Dreams
Broken Dreams
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Or forgotten memories
Or better fading memories.
And shattered lives
Wonderful photo!!!
Thanks Joe
Not a problem! Keep the photos coming!
I like that even in the brokenness, the foundation of the structure is still solid
What is the story of this old structure? I love ruins. Great shot!
These are in Daman, India. Supposedly in the early 1800′s, a group of mercenaries landed here and built a church, which later on went on to become the home of the christian community before the Portuguese invaded and captured Daman. It was lost in time until after Daman’s Independence when the Central govt. of India declared it a heritage site..
Love it! Great photo. I love ruins
This one is in Daman.. Motti Daman to be more precise.. There are a lot of these ruins there..
Incredible. Never been to Daman unfortunately :/
It’s not great a place, it has this Portuguese fort and that’s about it..
Hmmm well – you did take an awesome photo though. So that’s great
It used to be a beautiful place until the industrialists came and completely screwed it.. They did provide jobs but the adverse affects to the environment are much more..
Isn’t that always the case everywhere? Industrialists end up spoiling the most pristine places. It’s all about money – the environment doesn’t matter to them.
I know! right?
Sad what the world’s coming to
Thanks for stopping by, great photos
Thanks!
hello and thanks for stoping by on Kindartsavetheworld, love this picture! The ornaments on those old stones! Peace and beauty in this image:)
take care, Greetings from Paris, Andrea
No problem! I loved your blog.. I believe in the cause..
You take care too, Hello! from India
“Ozymandias,” by Percy Bysshe Shelley:
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
`My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!’
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away”.
–
Ruins remind us that “This, too, shall pass away.”
Steve Schwartzman
http://portraitsofwildflowers.wordpress.com
Well spotted. Wonderful shot.
Thanks Ladyti! Your visit here was much appreciated