Your pictures: Sorrow

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  • Ela Fraczkowska's grandmotherELA FRACZKOWSKA
    Ela Fraczkowska: "This is a portrait of my grandmother and I really don't think you need to know her in order to tell what her face expresses. I took it in Poland in her house."
  • A flower wilting in the rainHECTOR CARVAJAL
    Hector Carvajal: "Immediately after seeing this tiny little flower outliving the rest, it became clear to me that this was something worth capturing. I find myself appreciating the tiniest of things."
  • Crosses by a roadside in Texas, USA.DORIS ENDERS
    Doris Enders: "What a tragedy, I thought when I passed these four crosses by a roadside in Texas, USA. I could still feel the sorrow it had caused."
  • A rose bloom wilting under the weight of some snowANNE JONES
    Anne Jones: "When I found this rosebud alone on a bush, never having had the time to fully bloom, these words by Edgar Allan Poe immediately came to mind, 'Deep in earth my love is lying. And I must weep alone'."
  • An ice cream melting on the pavement after it has been dropped to the ground.JENNY DOWNING
    Jenny Downing: "Disaster struck. Tears were shed!"‌
  • Statues at Pompeii, ItalyANGELA MAYNE
    Angela Mayne: "This describes the sorrow of mankind to me, taken at Pompeii, Italy."
  • Sarah Brewer portraitSARAH BREWER
    Sarah Brewer: “You cannot escape grief, you learn to accept it as an ebb and flow of pain and peace. This photo was taken during a visit to my dad’s resting place after an unexpected loss."
  • Sculptures at the cemetery in Belgrade, Serbia.MARIA ZARIC

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