Injury
132 creative works found
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Some things go so deep you lose your voice from the pain that the hurt causes. This is symbolism for such pain. Thanks for Looking.
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Asking for your prayers and good thoughts
by Jan CartwrightIt’s the middle of the night, and I sit awake. Praying, hoping, begging, bargaining with God, with the universe, with angels, with anyone…
It’s the middle of the night, and I sit awake. Praying, hoping, begging, bargaining with God, with the universe, with angels, with anyone who will listen (at least in my own head) – anything to feel that I can help my son recover fully and to ease his pain. It occurred to me that there is a huge network of people here that I’ve come to know and respect who may take a bief moment today to send their positive energy, their prayers, a tiny bit of their own good karma his way. I’m asking that now. On Thursday morning, my son Nick, 18 and recently graduated from high school, headed off for a day trip to Cedar Point, an amusement park in Ohio, with his friends. They had an auto accident; their van went off the highway on an exit ramp and rolled a number of times down an embankment. Thankfully, all the kids survived and six of them walked away with cuts, bruises, one broken bone among them, and an intense scare. However, Nick was severely injured. The most frightening of the damage – two burst fractures of vertebrae in his thoracic spine. He’ll have surgery Monday morning to repair those, after surgery today (or I guess it was yesterday at this point) to repair and stabilize a broken arm, clavicle and dislocated shoulder. The good news is that his spinal cord is still intact and he’s currently immobilized in the hospital to prevent damage until they get things put back together tomorrow. He’s in considerable pain, but talking and still making us all laugh somehow (my son is a very funny guy, according to the hospital staff and everyone who knows him). And so, here I am in a hotel room in Toledo at 4:00 AM, praying and worrying, while my son is hopefully drugged to the gills and having some respite from the pain he’s been experiencing. If you can send a good thought his way this morning and tomorrow, I’d be grateful. No good wishes can hurt, right?
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land mine n. - / An explosive device laid usually just below the surface of the ground. / . / The exact number of landmines is unknown. However, it is estimated that approximately 70 million landmines and other unexploded ordnance (UXO) are buried in more than 80 countries worldwide. It is estimated that there are between 15,000 and 20,000 new casualties caused by landmines and unexploded ordnance each year. / . No Mark up on this T-Shirt! Details: Further Info: / http://www.icbl.org/ / (The International campaign to ban landmines / – A network of more than 1400 Non-Governmental organisations in 90 countries working for a global ban on landmines)
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Minnie is was a ” throw away” cat. She was declawed by her former owners, and then at some point discarded like trash and left on the streets. We saved her from the jaws of two loose dogs, and took her in less than a year ago. She survived the attack and healed. / Our other cats pick on Minnie, so she needs to spend her nights in our enclosed patio, where they can’t get to her. ( We live in South Florida ) / One night a few weeks ago something, or someone, got her from the patio. The next day she was found in my neighbor’s bushes with a broken leg. She is recovering with the help and love of many friends all over the world. Thank you Minnie’s Angels! Now Minnie is a Keeper!!! XXXX
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Watercolor on Yupo This painting is dedicated to my dad. I chose the title Overcome because my dad was overcome by chronic back pain and depression. He committed suicide 5 years ago because he could no longer cope with the physical pain and loss of his health. Six years before he ended his life, he injured his back and had a failed back surgery. He had chronic back pain most of his adult life, but this last injury left him devastated physically and emotionally and he was not able to recover. Being a farmer was all my dad ever knew and farmers are very much their own breed. They are fearless in providing for their families, and are some of the most determined and dedicated people I know. They are also the first ones there when a family member or neighbor needs help. Farmers can be also be stubborn and too independent at times. Farming is a solitary life, and the tractor or combine is your office. The hours are long and you rarely lay your head on the pillow feeling your work is finished. They show their love by working late into the night in Spring and at Harvest time. I will always remember the sound of my dad coming home in the tractor late at night in the Fall. I could smell the dryness of leaves dead on the ground, feel the cool of the night through open windows and see the tractor lights as he pulled into the driveway. I loved that sound of him coming home. To this day I feel warm inside and a bit awed, when I see a tractor or combine in the field late at night. All you can see are the lights on the machinery, shadows on metal and corn dust circling in the air. Even when you can’t see him, you know there is a farmer out there too, and that he would rather be home with his family. As this painting developed I saw a spine and immediately thought of my dad. I don’t want this painting to communicate grief and pity, I want it say; “Take care of your body. It is the only one you will ever get here on earth. Our bodies are created to accomplish what we are here on this earth to do, but sometimes we don’t take care of them. Our bodies are strong, but turn fragile when not cared for. Ask for help and wait for assistance to arrive, don’t go it alone.” This painting is for you dad – to the best of my ability, I understand. You thought you would not be missed , but you are. You always will be. I love you.
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Sailing the Crazy Bed Boat Through Craziness. (Which is pretty crazy)
by Steven NovakUS$3.99–US$91.20
This is among the oldest things I’ve uploaded onto the site and because of that it looks a whole heck of a lot different than a lot of the work I’m doing these days. Also because of that there are some things I like about it, and a lot of things I don’t. What’s it all about? I dunno. A kid, a shipwreck, an octopus, a bed, a turtle, a deserted island, a puppy, a weird muppet looking thing… Maybe it’s a direct result of the head injury I had as a young man?
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This poem was inspired by a collaboration with aspectsoftmk... / We began with the Great Horned Owl photo INTUITION , adding each of our hands to touch the wisdom… Reaching outward from one self to another / accepting the many significant others Mysteries unfold while tolerance grows / and the truth shines bright, our claims to know Hands held to heart in the silence of joy / awakening the darkness once thought to destroy Mirrors of illusion are broken in trust / haunting memories savored, then ground to dust Released to the Earth, human spirit remains / whilst the EGO we fervently attempt to restrain Intuition is strong towards deep love and hope / seeking wisdom from natures new wider scope All of us related, who are sharing this planet / as ancestors before us have scribed upon granite. tkrosevear 2/25/2009 WindOwl As a Wildlife rehabilitator for the past 20+ years, it saddens me deeply at the loss of Wildlife in Australia’s Bushfires… / Wildlife Appeal here on redbubble is raising money to help to save those animals who have survived the fires, while over a million have perished. / This is available for sale as cards, prints, etc and all profits will be donated to the WRAP organization. Thank you for you support ;) I’ll be there
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Inspired By The Controversial Death Of The Red Baron: “The Dead Baron” was inspired by the death of the German Pilot Manfred Albrecht Freiherr von Richthofen / (2 May 1892 – 21 April 1918). Richthofen, better known as The Red Baron, was the greatest flying ace of World War I, and arguably the world’s most famous pilot, earning his reputation by claiming the lives of 120 allied flyers. Richthofen was killed just after 11 a.m. on 21 April 1918 while flying over Morlancourt Ridge, near the Somme River, France. He was hit by a single .303 bullet that passed clear through his chest cavity. After sustaining his injury, Richthofen managed to make a hasty but controlled landing in a field on a hill near the Bray-Corbie Road, just north of the village of Vaux-sur-Somme. Eye witness, Sgt Ted Smout of the Australian Medical Corps, reported that when he and other Australian soldiers reached the aircraft, Richthofen was still alive but died moments later, muttering his last word “kaputt” (“finished”). There has been much controversy as to who shot the single bullet that ended the Barons life, some of the most common theories suggest he was: • Mortally wounded in air combat by 209th / squadron’s Captain Roy Brown / • Shot down by Australian anti-aircraft Battery Operator / A. G. Franklyn / • Hit by an unknown gunner from the 51st Battalion / • Fatally wounded during a skirmish with Australian RE8 / observation planes led by Major D. V. J. Blake / • Bought down by R. Buie, and W. J. Evans from the / Australian 53rd Battery, 14th Field Artillery Brigade / • Machine gunned down by Sergeant C. B. Popkin from / the Australian 24th Machine Gun Company The question is still debated to this day – who killed the Red Baron? [Leading Soundtrack During Creation: Life In Your Way – Waking Giants]
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As a Wildlife rehabilitator for the past 20+ years, it saddens me deeply at the loss of Wildlife in Australia’s Bushfires… / Wildlife Appeal here on redbubble is raising money to help to save those animals who have survived the fires, while over a million have perished. / This is the first shot for a calendar, but all following photographs included in this collection will be available for sale as cards, prints, etc and all profits will be donated to the WRAP organization. / Thank you for you support ;) / Bald Eagle shot from our cabin as she overlooks the Naches River, her favorite fishing hole… Animal Song
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This is the full version of this piece. / Original Size / 357×296 mm / Materials / acrylic (straight up, watered down, and the sludgey stuff from the bottom of old paint brush water i was saving for a special occassion) metallic silver paint, 2B pencil, 4B Pencil, black marker, collage (paper, the screws, japanese newspaper), masking tape, carbon paper, plastic, brushes, fingers to apply paint, spray paint (black & copper), cardboard box side + flap. / Detail: / / The Evolution / / . / / . / / . /
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My partner after being knocked out in an unprovoked attack in Surfers Paradise by a random stranger. I treated the image in PS as i was trying to create an image to embody the feeling of “Violence”… I sat in emergency with Brad for 5 hours. An unbelievable three quarters of the people that came in were assult victoms…not only that, but seeing the states these people were in really affected me. WHEN PEOPLE HURT YOU, / HEAL THEIR SICKNESS OF DISHARMONY BY KINDNESS, / UNDERSTANDING AND TRUTH…. / RESENT NO ONE…. / BY RESENTING OTHERS WE ONLY BELITTLE OURSELVES.
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Windscreen
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The painted version.
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As a Wildlife rehabilitator for the past 20+ years, it saddens me deeply at the loss of Wildlife in Australia’s Bushfires… / Wildlife Appeal here on redbubble is raising money to help to save those animals who have survived the fires, while over a million have perished. / This calendar, and all following photographs included in this collection will be available for sale as cards, prints, etc and all profits will be donated to the WRAP organization. Thank you for you support ;) WindOwl Animal Song
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I can not hold still.
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Disabilities are limitations in activity or functioning that are attributable to permanent medical conditions in physical, mental, emotional, or sensory domains. Raise awareness in society about persons with disabilities, their rights, their needs, humor, their potential and their contribution and promote disability awareness and human rights of disabled people. / Bed luck with the wheels.
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Jimmy’s Big Adventure, wherever it was, wasn’t fun and he has been dealing with its aftermath for months. Twice a day, two sets of drops go into his eye to help prevent it from becoming diseased and threatening his eyesight completely. In the beginning, his eye looked a bit red and we noticed it but didn’t see it as a major issue until it got pretty nasty. A quick trip to the vet told the tale: he’d been into some sort of scrap and his retina had been completely separated from where it’s supposed to be and he had a nasty infection that could seriously jeopardize his life. Fortunately for James tho, he was a both a fighter and a very fortunate feline to have TWO serious illnesses at the same time and neither of them is now a threat to his overall health. What you can’t see is that Jimmy can’t see in his left eye and is 100% blind under what looks like an unusually wide retina and a bit of discolouration in the green of his eye. His depth perception is iffy but improving and his overall nature has fully returned to the sweetie he has always been: running up the sides of trees, licking our noses, following me to the bathroom and meowing (What IS that about???), begging to get out in the middle of the night (which he can’t do anymore because he can be hunted by the animals he used to be able to avoid by sight), playing with my shaver, and generally following us around whenever we move. LOL! For those who don’t know, Jimmy owns Cathy, my guide and student on the Nikon D60. He thinks he owns me when I’m in “his” house but I rule my own castle and he ain’t getting the time of day where I live. Hehehehe! PS The shot is a bit dark because that’s the way the lighting was at the time. I could have changed the camera settings or used a flash but I thought this capture of Mr Friendly Furball himself was most accurate and considerate of Jimmy.
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This is Wanjun. She came to live with me for a week in Austin to go on fun photography adventures, etc. We went on a bike ride and went hurdling down a hill at top speed having a jolly old time when I see my house go by and turn to the left to go into my driveway…and WHAM. We crashed into a heap of bicycle and photographers on the gravel outside my house. I jumped up worried about wanjun, where I see her on the ground with a bicycle on her head. We both are featuring an elaborate array of scratches, bruises and other fun topical injuries from the accident, and naturally being photographers we took advantage of the situation and did portraits of eachother’s injuries. This is my first shot of her injuries. I did some macro shots of a couple of them too. I used her lens for this one.
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A label on the side of this staircase reads: “Avoid Injury: do not run and use handrails.” Abandoned Mill – Norwich, CT
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