Late 2006 we had a lot of icy rain and storms here. The real locals have learned not to use umbrellas at all, not so all of us others. Here are a few of my finds from then.
Why broken umbrellas? I enjoy the slightly insectoid shape. Also it's nice to imagine the situation where the owner, possibly soaking wet, rams the broken umbrella into a waste basket. There's something very fundamentally human about that.
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Just umbrellas. Here's the link to my blog in swedish and my flickr page (and the occasional video). Coilhouse is a nice read. Ms w tod infected the web since forever.
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I love your pics of broken umbrellas. They inspire me to write short stories about them!
Cool, post one later. Short fiction is great.
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