Fragments...yes, our lives are, the world is. Brian of Bushboy is our guest host this week, and he says: ”What has been happening recently is a bit of fragmentation around the world, a disconnect. But we always have been made up of pieces. What I would like to see is some of your fragments.”
I am late to the party, because my life right now is more than fragmentary, sometimes I feel I am dissolving totally. But once again I will try to scramble up the pieces of my self and act like a whole person.
Some thoughts of fragments from me on a warm summer’s day, sitting in my garden.

Fragments of lives lost, going down with the Titanic.
I love using fragments in my photography, it makes us look at the image with open senses, using our fantasy. Drawing our own conclusions, making pictures in our minds.


Not showing the whole picture, the whole background or the whole subject is beautiful and suggestive. I wish that would be used in clothing and model photography as well.
Fragments…can make poetry


Fragments talk to our senses. Early summer of wild orchids in evening light make my heart sing. What fragments make your heart sing?
Fragments put together make a clearer picture of what is happening. Like the words and chapters of a book. Or the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.


A fragment of the facade is gone…but a butterfly made it ”whole” again – gave it a new meaning. One of life’s little wonders.
Fragments of beauty is still there while we are ageing…

Fragments of Love. A great deal of my time now goes to fitting together the fragments of my father’s life. Through photos, letters and talks with his only remaining sister. I kept some of his things to feel closer to him. Photos, his accordion, a shirt, his books, paintings… What are we humans – only fragments of life on earth, life in space, life in the universe.

But it is a good thing to think of our lives as tiny and insignificant. We tend to take ourselves too seriously.
Many thanks to Brian for this thoughtful challenge, and to Donna and her lovely “Bugs” challenge last week. Next week Tina will be hosting LAPC. So, look out for her exciting challenge!
Your take on the prompt is moving, tender, strong, fragile, and beautiful all at the same time. Well done!
Thank you so much, Shelley! Glad to hear from you!
You’re welcome, same to you!!
Your post gifted me with a few tears. I mean that. Tears are tiny fragments of emotions, in this case memories we are deserving of. This post was a treasure. I loved the butterfly because it was a reminder that we too can make something new/whole again. Time… Your last photo was so reflective.
Many people believe we should live each day as if it is your last. NO. I think when you live each day as your first, you see more wonderment and a freshness in life . Sorry to ramble a bit. You are on my mind. Tomorrow is Fathers Day in the US. A bridge I need to cross.
I hope you crossed the bridge yesterday and remembered the best parts. And I loved your wonderment choice.I will remember that. ❤️
Indeed, I gathered my thoughts and placed it on Facebook. It helped to share, and my mom was grateful too.
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A thoughtful and eclectic post – love it!
Thank you, Margaret. 🙂
This beautiful post was worth waiting for. And your narrative speaks so well of our fragmented lives. Your photography is amazing, and I hope some of you father’s things keep his memory alive for you. He will always be with you in your heart.
Thank you so much, Anne! And yes,
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Oops, yes, he will. And the answer went away too early.
Dear Leya
alienation based on fragmentation. Concerning Karl Marx it started with the division of labour. We can’t think fragmentation without alienation. Nevertheless the alienation effect is the beginning of modern art. With cubism fragmentation became visible.
One can read this all into Banksy’s art.
Thanks for your ideas about fragmentation
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By the way, no thinking and no language – neither verbal nor iconographic – with fragmentation.
Thank you!
A very neat presentation and love your examples especially the butterfly one
Thank you!
You are welcome, AC.
great thoughts, Ann-Christine. I don’t know why, but Banksy touches me the most. But, it also fits perfectly with your slightly melancholic writing about your father. Something seems to slip through the fingers and you’re trying to capture parts of it. Just like the Banksy image.
From a photographic point of view, I like especially the small plants growing at the side of the path. They are present, while the background (~future) is unprecise, unsharp, and vague. But, there’s a light at the end. 👍👍👍 very well done!
Thank you, Andre, for a lovely comment!
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Just as the pieces/fragments of a mosaic combine to make a beautiful picture, so it can be with people. I understand that fragmenting with the loss of a loved one, having lost both my parents last year. I wish there were something I could do to help but I know you’re surrounded by loving family and friends (human and furry) and I know you’ll make a beautiful picture from the fragments. I loved your take and photos, particularly that last one.
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Thank you so much, Janet. I know you must know too…And you are helping with just being there and sending me your thoughts.❤️
You share your joy and you share your pain, Ann-Christine, but always with beauty. I wish there was some way we could help.
You are, thank you, by being there and I feel your prescence.
Your last two photos really spoke to me. Wonderful fragments Ann-Christine 😀
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Beautiful. Your post says it so beautifully, Ann-Christine. Fragmented or not, this is you and it is a sight to behold. Extraordinary post, I think of all of yours, this is my favourite.
Thank you so much, Sofia, for a lovely comment! I found these unanswered, beautiful comments, while scrolli g today. Apologies – and lots of Love ❤️
No problem. Still catching up with everything myself 🙂
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As always Ann-Christine, your post was well worth the wait!! Knowing your losses these past few years you are amazing to have held it together – fragmented or not. A beautiful post as always. The Titanic visual is stunning
Thank you, Tina! Somehow lost all these comments, but found them today when scrolling…
Great fragments Lena.
Thanks, John…
My favourite is your last – very beautiful. Sending my best wishes.
Thank you, Susan ❤️
Some wonderful thoughts along with the beautiful photos. That last photo is as special as your green woodlands photo, each in its own way. And you had a wonderful catch in the sight of a butterfly ”mud pooling” on that plaster-less bit of the wall.
Thank you ever so much, and apologies for having ”lost” all comments on this post. Found them today ❤️
Breathtaking photos, AC! Love the last one especially. Hope things will go well for you.
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A beautiful if poignant post. Your approach to fragments in your photography is lovely – it reminds me of the saying that ‘less is more’ as you often say so much with relatively little. I hope that in piecing together more fragments from your father’s life you can start to feel less fragmented yourself 🤗
Thank you, Sarah, I am on the mend. Somehow the comments on this post disappeared from me? Glad to have found them again. ❤️
Sometimes WordPress does annoyingly odd things – glad you found your comments and even more glad that you’re feeling a little better 🤗
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Lovely post, A C! Love your fragments of light, fragments from nature
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I love that shadow person with the tree and the way that only the top portion is part of the shadow.
Thank you, Dawn! It is my own shadow standing under the cherry tree in my garden.
Excellent composition.
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I call these fragments ‘chapters of life’ . . . some are short, some long . . . and I accept there are other powers added to mine determining what happens over whom I have no control. . I was close to an Irish guy for over a decade who taught me that largely ‘whatever will be will be . . . he taught me ‘to go with the flow’ and I largely immerse myself in Buddhist way of thinking . . . For me it has worked and is working > I force very little and thus fragments do not really form . . . I enjoy every ray of sunshine coming my way and the thoughts taking peace away from one’s being somehow oft depart when one wakes the next morning and hears the birds outside . . . *smile* – back to the lovely photos . . . . be well . . .
Thank you for your lovely comment, that somehow was lost together with so many on this post! Hugs to you and thank you for support and advice❤️
I enjoyed your fragments, the butterfly was sheer genius. At first I thought it was a painting. I hope you feel less fragmented soon. Sorting through a parent’s things is never easy.
Thank you, Jude. I am on the mend…Just found all these answers unanswered? Comments Unanswered, and I don’t know how, but they never showed up in the comment section. Thank you for your unwavering support!
Well you have had a lot to deal with, it’s unsurprising that the comments passed you by. Glad you’re feeling less stressed.
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Thank you Ann-Christine. I am glad you were able to find your fragments and present them so well. Love the photos 🤗💖
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Such a lovely post, content and form… even its formatting looks delightfully ”fragmented” 🙂 And I agree, we do tend to take ourselves and some things in life way too seriously, guilty as charged, so it can help to take a more detached look at things, like when doing a puzzle.. distance does help. Paradoxically it helps eventually, as Blake’s so beautifully expresses it, ”To see infinity in a grain of sand/ …/ And eternity in an hour” 😊 Wishing you a nice weekend ahead!
Thank you for a beautiful answer. Much appreciated. ❤️
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