He who dedicates his mind to Thee and, seeing Thee, always beholds the universe as Thy figure, he who at all times glorifies Thee and loves Thee as none other than the Self, he is the master without rival, being one with Thee, Oh Arunachala, and lost in Thy bliss!

verse 5 of "Five Hymns to Arunachala" by Sri Ramana Maharshi.

Dedicate to Petra : one of the most subtle and friendly Women at Flickr and amazing photographer too :)))

And listen Pandora by Cocteau Twins

Bea

Kisses;-)

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Winners of Everything except People and Portraits, Contest #11 in Atque Artificia

i am dedicating this pic to all friends n family, who have gave me support all over the year 2015, i was not regular this year but they showed their love n affection by giving me mail and asking me, if i am ok or not...why i was not regular in FLICKR.... i am really grateful.... i will try to be regular.... dear friends

X I want to dedicate this image to my friend Beate who died suddenly and unexpectedly last weekend . She was part of a group of friends I have been close too since the mid 1970s and she was the youngest of us all. She has left the world far too early . I first got close to large mountains in 1981 when we stayed with her at her fathers mountain chalet in the little village of Falera in Switzerland . Thanks for that Ati and for being you.

This mountain sits behind Pyramid Lake which is very close to to the town of Jasper . It was very beautiful particularly when after a succession of gloomy days the sun finally made an appearance

THANKS FOR YOUR VISITING BUT CAN I ASK YOU NOT TO FAVE AN IMAGE WITHOUT ALSO MAKING A COMMENT. MANY THANKS KEITH. ANYONE MAKING MULTIPLE FAVES WITHOUT COMMENTS WILL SIMPLY BE BLOCKED

My Old Scool Teacher Hanspeter Indermaur show's us his great Makro Photo's, then i realized that i wanna make Makro Pictures, I thank Mr.Indermaur for Inspiring me in this Way!

I AM DEDICATING THIS PIC TO ALL MY FLICKR FRIENDS, WHO GAVE ME SUPPORT FROM THE DAY I CAME IN FLICKR, SPECIALLY I SHOULD MENTION ONE NAME HAMIM CHOWDHURY

ANOTHER THING I WANT TO SAY...ANY PROBLEM ..ANY THING COMES IN FRONT US , LETS SOLVE IT TOGETHER, PLZ KEEP ME IN UR PRAYER LIST n I WILL ALSO PRAY FOR YOU n FOR YOUR FAMILY. WISHING U A HAPPY NEW YEAR ~~ 2012 ~~

...and dedicate this photo to my dear friend that helped me out with a wonderful gift.

i dedicate this picture to one Mister Splifr, who sparked a whole new interest in me: taking pictures of people smoking, or preparing whatever they smoke, so expect more! He also showed me with his stream that you barely have to compose for a shot, but instead just shoot whats in front of your lens. Most of the time he shoots great stuff, so make sure you check out his stream.

Did my friend really smoke pot there? i dont know. It's all smoke and mirrors to me.

From their website:

Estate of the Art

Can a winery elevate the craft of winemaking to a fine art? Of course it can. Can a winery dedicate itself as a temple to works of fine art? Why not? But can a winery that does one also achieve the other? Good question. Now, if you were to put that question to Bacchus, god of wine, mischief-maker and generally acknowledged originator of the practice of horsing around, we know just where he'd send you: straight to the horse's mouth.

And not just any horse. He'd send you to Pegasus, the winged horse of ancient myth whose hooves brushed against the earth, unleashing the sacred spring of the muses. Lucky earth. That spring gave life to grapevines, and the wine that flowed from them inspired poetry and art in all who drank it.

In that spirit, a couple of millennia later, we set out to create a place where the wellspring of wine and the muses of art could live together -- a sort of temple to wine and art. Not a museum or a sacred shrine way up in the clouds, but a haven here on earth. The kind of place we know Bacchus would approve of, where art and vines seem to spring from the same fertile soil, where smiling is encouraged, and pleasure and serendipity are all around you.

And in tribute to those fateful hoofbeats that started it all, we called that place Clos Pegase. Clos being the French word for an enclosed vineyard -- an estate winery, where every wine is made from that vineyard's own grapes. Which is what we are. And Pegase being the French word for "Pegasus." Which sounded nicer with clos.

Can wine and art come together to create an experience as lofty as Olympus and as lusty as the rascal Bacchus? We think so. Here's our story.

The Making of a Winemaker

Now, if you were to ask the wise-acre, Bacchus, "how do you make a small fortune in the wine business?" chances are he'd reply: "start with a large fortune."

In the case of Clos Pegase, that large fortune came from -- of all places -- the Japanese publishing industry. In 1955, our founder, Jan Shrem, who was studying for his Master's degree at UCLA, took what he thought was going to be a little vacation in Japan. He fell in love with the place -- and with a woman named Mitsuko -- and he decided to stick around. For the next thirteen years.

To support himself, Jan began importing English-language reference and technical books to a market hungry for all things Western. He was in the right place at the right time. Building on his success, he began translating and publishing books in Japan as well, and, by the time he sold his company in 1968 to elope with Mitsuko to Europe, it had grown to some 50 offices and nearly 2,000 employees.

In 1980, after 25 years in the publishing business, Jan found himself at a crossroads. He had built a publishing empire. And, in the meantime, Mitsuko had introduced him to the mysteries and pleasures of wine -- an interest that had quickly turned into a consuming passion. He decided the time had come to listen to his "inner Bacchus" and devote his life to winemaking.

Jan enrolled in the enology program at the University of Bordeaux, where he soon became fascinated with the idea of combining ancient winemaking practices with emerging technologies. Nowhere was this combination more vital and exciting than in California, so, armed with the Napa Valley address of the dean of American winemakers, Andre Tchelistcheff, Jan headed west.

With Tchelistcheff's help, Jan eventually created a unique wine estate -- and an equally distinctive style of winemaking. He began by purchasing a 50-acre vineyard in Calistoga in 1983. Later, he would add more than 400 additional acres in the northern and southern ends of the Napa Valley.

A Temple Among the Vines

By the mid-1980s, it became clear that Jan's new wine estate would need an anchor -- a building to serve as its base of operations. But Jan was thinking bigger than a mere roof and walls. He envisioned a place designed to showcase his extensive art collection in a way that made it accessible to everyone; a focal point that could match the majesty of the rocky knoll that rises above the valley from the center of the vineyard; a place of celebration, education and pleasure; and a visible, visit-able symbol of his winemaking philosophy.

Working with the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art, Jan sponsored an architects' competition. From a field of 96 entrants, the judges selected renowned Princeton architect, Michael Graves. He was commissioned to build a "temple to wine and art" at the base of the knoll and a home for Jan and Mitsuko at its summit, with sweeping views of the Napa Valley below. Within the knoll itself, 20,000 feet of aging caves would be excavated, including the breathtaking Cave Theater, a dramatic setting for celebrations, presentations and special events.

Construction was completed in 1987. The spectacular structures Graves created -- and the surrounding sculpture garden that includes some of the world's greatest twentieth-century works of art -- have won international awards and generated great excitement in the wine industry. The national press has been generous in its praise as well, describing Clos Pegase as "a place of pilgrimage" and "America's first monument to wine and art."

And, just as Jan had hoped, the stately symmetry of the building reflects his own winemaking ethos. "In architecture, as in our wines," he says "I believe we have achieved balance, harmony and symmetry in the classical Greek sense, avoiding the baroque concepts of high oak, high alcohol and high extract to create food-friendly wines of quiet elegance. These are the hallmarks of what has come to be known as the 'Clos Pegase style.'"

The Clos Pegase Style. It's there as you walk through the grounds. It's there in the cool stillness of the caves. You find it when you round a corner in the vineyard and come face to face with a sculpture that's both beautiful and as disarmingly irreverent as Bacchus himself. And it's there on our label, in Jan's favorite painting from his collection. There, depicted by the great 19th-Century French artist Odilon Redon, is the winged horse, Pegasus, his front hooves rearing toward the heavens, his back hooves firmly planted right here on earth.

I would like to dedicate this photo to all my wonderful friends on flickr . Thank you all so much for all the help you have given me in helping me change over to the new flickr . I would have been totally lost without you . I appreciate all the help and thank you all very much from my heart . I really thought when i saw all the changes that , that would have been the end of me on flickr but woo hoo i am still here and will tackle the other stuff when i get the chance but so far i am keeping my head above water here which is a feat for me to be sure if you knew how good i am on a computer . HAHAHA !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So a heartfelt thank you to one and all and i wish you all a wonderful sun filled and joyful weekend .

Lots of love

Irene

entrance of the Monastery of Agia Triada

Il Monastero di Agìa Triada, ossia della Santa Trinità, fu eretto nel XVII secolo da due fratelli, ambedue monaci convertiti alla fede ortodossa, della famiglia veneziana Zangaroli. Il complesso fu eretto su una chiesa preesistente. La chiesa è un fabbricato di epoca veneziana a pianta cruciforme, con tre cupole. Quella più grande si trova all'intersezione delle navate, mentre quelle più piccole si trovano sul retro. Anche le due cappelle della chiesa sono completate da cupolette, come pure quella del Sotiras. La chiesa ha un ingresso con nartece situato ad angolo retto rispetto alla navata principale e di larghezza maggiore rispetto ad essa. La chiesa è dedicata alla Santa Trinità, mentre le due cappelle laterali sono dedicate a Agios Ioannis Pròdromos. La chiesa è un misto di arte occidentale nelle decorazioni, inserito in un esterno di stile bizantino. La facciata della chiesa è incorniciata da doppie colonne di stile ionico e corinzio.

The monastery of Agia Triada (Holy Trinity) was built in the seventeenth century by two brothers of the Venetian Zangaroli family, two monks who had converted to the Orthodox faith. It was built on top of a pre-existing church. The church itself is of Byzantine cruciform architecture with three domes. The larger one is at the intersection of the aisles, while the smaller domes are at the back. The two chapels of the church also have domes, as does the chapel of Sotiras which is independent of the church. The church has a narthex at the front which is at right angles to the main aisle and much wider than it. The main church is dedicated to the Agia Triada and the two side chapels to Agios Ioannis Prodromos. The church is a very good example of the heavy, decorative Western-style influence in the exterior decoration of Byzantine churches. The facade of the church has double columns of Ionic and Corinthian style

January 17, 2015

I dedicate this picture, which happens to be my very favourite about the sea & marine life, to my best friends, the one who is travelling right now and the other who is about to travel in a few days.

In Greece, people wish to those (seafarers) who leave “Kala taksidia kai kales thalasses” which means “I wish you sailing on smooth seas and have good voyages”.

People think that we, the seafarers, feel free when we travel and this is a fun job to do, but this is not absolutely true. Sometimes I wonder why we have chosen to spend our lives in steel boxes sailing over the seas. When we leave home, we feel homesick, want to give up and return back. It’s hard missing our people and all the things that we are used to do in the time between our contracts. Most of the times, we face boisterous weather conditions, high seas and many other problems.

You should not believe those who say that we do this job for the money. The life and the youth are priceless and cannot be paid or returned and we lose more than we are given. It’s just that sometimes we understand this too late.

I guess that you are wondering why I still do this job, although the disadvantages I mentioned above. I’ll tell you one thing. The sea is my greatest love!!! When I held my Seaman’s book in my hands for the first time I knew I could never get away..I’ll always return to the sea no matter what…

My friends left, so it's my turn now and I hope that this spring I’ll be travelling !

dedicate to my best friend rija rizvi

have to start off with dedicating this shot to one of my newest contacts, Tom Stamp for writing me a lovely testimonial:)) much appreciated:))

check out his work here, he is young and talented and will be a top class photographer one day:)) www.flickr.com/photos/tomx20/

have posted a vertical version from this place but i feel the landscape version shows more of the insanely crappy weather it was there that afternoon.

it was raining, it was cold but i kinda like natures elements when they go crazy:)) lol

on this one i used a Lee filter 0.9 soft grad and nd8 screw on:))

anyways i really ope you like this one, unlike my previous post this has a kinda subtle color palette:)) lol i tend to have alot of colors in my shots but this time i am cooling it down:))

thanks alot for stopping by and for leaving comments and faves, much appreciated:))

take care and have a beautiful day and night depending where you are in the world:))

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I dedicate this image to my my Mom who always tended the garden growing both food and flowers. She learned from my Papa (her father) who always had something blooming in his very small garden in San Francisco. He always had a beautiful garden in spite of the the weather in SF. Even today at 91 and on oxygen, she still works in the garden.

My images are posted here for your enjoyment only. All rights are reserved. Please contact me through my email at: laurietakespix@gmail.com if you are interested in using one of my images for any reason. Web page: laurieabbotthart.com

I dedicate this shot to my Flickr's contact Keith Aggett who made me fall in love with the black and white long exposures.

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We all make footprints in life. Both physically and metaphorically. Sometimes those footprints last for a lifetime, and sometimes they get wiped away by the next strong breeze.

I want to dedicate this picture to my wonderful and amazing younger daughter. She's now 16 and entering the stage in life where she gets to choose her own path and take steps independently. It is hellishly hard as a parent to let go and let her walk alone, not knowing where those steps might lead, or what unknown terrors or wonders lurk behind the next sand dune. I'd like my most lasting footprints to be not mine at all, but hers (and her sister's). It doesn't matter at all to me how big, or how small, those prints are. Only that they are hers, of her own choosing, not feeling as if she is forced to follow anyone else's path. And I hope more than anything that they may lead to more joy than sadness along the way.

Teenage life in the 21st century is way more difficult than I think mine was, and I didn't think mine was easy at all. The competition is much tougher, the pressure seems higher, the outside influences are unquestionably more constant and more magnetic. At that age it's almost impossible to see life as anything but a straight line competition, first to this or that achievement, fastest to that milestone or another. The pressure to excel, to stand out and to achieve success seems overwhelming. Only once we get older do we realize that life's path is *never* straight, and that what looks like the top of the hill from one's younger perspective, turns out to be just one shifting sand dune among thousands. With the benefit of hindsight we see there was no "best" or "fastest" path. Each one of has to slog through their own quicksand at one point or another and ultimately find our own measure of success. Hopefully we find out along the way which of the multitude of hills has meaning to us. And we discover that the things that end up imprinted on our mental film turn out largely to have nothing to do with achievement and accomplishment, but rather who we met and what songs we sang together along the way, and how we responded when the going got tough.

I enjoy photos and captions that have multiple levels of meaning, and this one has a whole other level of meaning to me as well. The lone figure at the top of the dune is my esteemed friend and fellow photographer Kevin Benedict. We had walked together in to Mesquite Dunes in Death Valley National Park, and were hoping for a spectacular sunrise. As you can tell by the clouds above, that looked increasingly unlikely, but there was still a hope that the sun would break below and light all this cloud cover up in a glorious sheet of fire. Kevin had determinedly picked out his spot and had a vision for that sunrise shot over the dunes. I didn't want to just copy Kevin's vision, and I also had some teleconference with colleagues in Europe and China to deal with and didn't want to annoy Kevin with the chatter so I decided to walk off on my own and find something else to shoot. So the footprints are mine and as I turned around to take a look at the sky I saw the surreal cloud texture along with the sand texture and the line of fresh prints and decided that was kind of cool so I took the shot not thinking too much of it. Of course, the sunrise did not pan out as hoped (or I would probably have posted some other big sunrise-over-dunes shot), and the conference call kinda got in the way of my ability to get more shots.

EDIT: I originally posted a monochrome version of the shot, but then decided I liked the color version better so I swapped it out.

That song you dedicate to someone who kept you up all night talking ... and it felt like 5 minutes.

The song.

Hair: Steathic Intrepid - Reds (@ Collab88)

Mesh head: Genus Babyface

Skin: Genus Renee - Sorbet (@ Skin Fair)

Eyes: Euphoric Mishi

Lip: Euphoric Zara Lipbalm

Piercings: LittleFish Shine

Collar: [CX] Xeno Circut

Tattoo: Arabic Tattoo My Heart @ On9

Top: Scandalize Jazzy - Nude Pattern @ Collab88

Body: Belleza Freya

Skin: The Skinnery - Sorbet

Pose: FoxCity @ Collab88 *edited to move the head*

I would like to dedicate this shot to :

Ak : fedaitich enteee (K)..

Goooochs: gooood luck and u’ve been missed big time

Pinkoshaaaa: misss ya tooo hhhhh

Dimploooh lo0ol am super metfashlaa mn theeek el salfaa hhh

~~ Ms.FuNkY ~~: this goes for u ba3aad hhh and madre I remember Smokey el caaat hehe

[F]: vavoo my friendddooo .. this gurl t7eb etla3weznee hehehe lo0o0ol she a gr8 friend =D

And last but not least uniquo0ooo0o : amore amore hhh 5alaaa9 al7eena ba 3aleg 3alaa amore hehe

PART 2: www.flickr.com/photos/alynon_kelah/3015672342/

PART 1: up.flickr.com/photos/26408671@N05/2991132293/in/photostream/

I dedicate this rose to all you wishing that you are having a magnific weekend my friends. Be happy,keep smiling :))**

Thanks for all nice comments,faves and invitation.They mean a lot to me

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PS: Infortunatly my summer holidays are not going so well. First day at the beach i get a otite. So didnt went more. To continue my car was parking when i was doing shopping and when i arrive to it. a insolit situation has happened a camion full of boxes of 300 Kg of oranges let them fall down in my car. The haviness of the carga was so much that i get with both doors and mirror broken. Just wish that its already enought for all holidays.

I dedicate this photo to my friend Kinga Domenska. I hope we will stay in touch, Kinga...

thank you

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I dedicate this image to my Papa who always grew fascinating flowers that as a child I always wanted to POP.

My images are posted here for your enjoyment only. All rights are reserved. Please contact me through my email at: laurietakespix@gmail.com if you are interested in using one of my images for any reason. Web page: laurieabbotthart.com

unignified end.

While photographing the Saint Paul Saints on Sunday, May 24th I looked up in the sky and saw this beautiful single contrail. I had the wide angle on my 2nd camera, so I stopped shooting the game for a moment and took this.

If you have a moment, it's quite striking large on black. :-)

Because it's Memorial Day weekend here in the USA, I dedicate this image to the memory of John Gillespie Magee. Magee was a Royal Canadian Air Force pilot who was stationed in England during World War II. He was trained on the Supermarine Spitfire, which was then the fastest and most agile aircraft in the world. Magee was also an amateur poet, and one day, after a high-altitude training mission, he was inspired to write the first draft of what would become one of the world's most famous poems - a sonnet which he titled "High Flight":

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth

And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;

Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth

Of sun-split clouds - and done a hundred things

You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung

High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there

I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung

My eager craft through footless halls of air.

Up, up the long delirious, burning blue,

I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace

Where never lark, or even eagle flew -

And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod

The high untresspassed sanctity of space,

Put out my hand and touched the face of God.

Magee died in December 1941, only months after writing this. He was 19 years old.

I'm dedicating these next four photographs to one of Australia's greatest poets: Gwen Harwood. Gwen would have been 100 years old this year, and very few poetry books have made the impression on me that her last, "The Present Tense" (1995) has.

adb.anu.edu.au/biography/harwood-gwendoline-nessie-gwen-2...

Gwen was born in Queensland, but moved to Tasmania in 1945. She ended up settling in the beautiful little southern town of Kettering, a gateway to the wonderful Bruny Island. Her husband Bill built boats and Gwen went fishing, kept poultry, and wrote some of her finest poems.

When she died at 75 (from breast cancer) her friend Dr Norman Talbot described Gwen Harwood this way:

"She is the finest poet Australia has ever had in terms of range and the mixture of sensitivity and wit. Gwen Harwood, in fact, was one of the wittiest and bravest of all the Australian poets. And technically she had everything you could possibly ask a poet to be."

Facing death was something Gwen accepted with courage. As Dr Talbot said, "She was ready to die but she was damn sure she wasn't going to do it any earlier than she had to. She was a great hero, that lady."

And indeed you were Gwen. And you still inspire today with your grasp of time, history and eternity.

Dedicate to : βɛllα♥ (L) , without eidt

I want to dedicate this picture to all my Canadian Flickr friends and to all that people we met during our unforgettable trip through Ontario.

The friendly people, the landscapes and the colors of the Autumn made our reunion with Canada extraordinary.

These are the Fall colors in Huntsville, a charming town in Ontario, with the Canadian flag waving.

Best viewed large.

Have a great Wednesday!

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Colores del Otoño en Huntsville, Ontario, Canadá.

Quiero dedicar esta foto a todos mis amigos canadienses en Flickr y a toda aquella gente que conocimos durante nuestro inolvidable viaje por Ontario.

La amabilidad de la gente, los paisajes y los colores del Otoño consiguieron que nuestro reencuentro con Canadá fuese extraordinario.

Estos son los colores del Otoño en Huntsville, una preciosa localidad en Ontario, con la bandera de Canadá ondeando.

Mejor visualizar en grange.

Feliz Miércoles!

DEDICATE TO MY FRIEND VERA

DEAR FLICKR FRIENDS,

MY FRIEND VERA SENT CLOTHS AND MEDICINES FOR FLOOD VICTIMS IN PAKISTAN FROM BRAZlL, I REALLY APPRECIATE HER PASSION FOR HUMANITY , SHE IS MILES AWAY FROM MY COUNTRY BUT SHE IS THINKING ABOUT FOR EFFECTED PEOPLES AND DOING HELP FOR FLOOD VICTIMS .

AND THIS IS MOTIVATION FOR PEOPLES OF PAKISTAN , WE SHOULD DO OUR BEST FOR RELIEF OF PEOPLES ARE SUFFERING , THOUSANDS OF PEOPLES ARE OUT OF THEIR HOME THEY HAVE LOST THEIR ANIMALS , THEIR BELONGINGS , EVEN THEIR CHILDREN , THEY ARE LOOKING FOR SOME HELP FROM THEIR BROTHERS ,WE PAKISTANIS SHOULD DO SOME EXTRA HELP FOR VICTIMS .

MAY GOD BLESS YOU VERA

I’m dedicating this post to David Peters. For those of you who do not know David, he and his wife Cindy are the proprietors of the Parkview Lodge ( www.parkviewlodge.com/ ) near mile post 317 of the Blue Ridge Parkway… more than that, they are my friends. He has hiked all through the Linville area, and likely could tell me things about this image (the previous image of Hawksbill Mountain) that I have yet to notice. David’s heart is failing, and hopefully, depending on the outcome of tests, he will undergo valve replacement surgery in November. You can reach Cindy from the link… please leave her a note of encouragement and keep David in your prayers. Thanks! Mike

What a difference a week makes… much better color in the mountains yesterday. Here are a couple of images to give you an idea. The panoramic is of Hawksbill Mountain seen from across Linville Gorge. Linville River cuts through the bottom of the gorge some 1500 feet below. While much of the color here was expected, some was not… the pink Carolina rhododendron, though quite rare, grows profusely here. Rhododendron generally remain green all year long, but the Carolina species have many leaves that turn deep red in the fall, as is seen in the lower right of this image. This one, however, happens to be a double-rarity… it’s blooming. Apparently, it’s a second bloom, as the norm for this flower is late May to early June. This was the only bush I observed with blooms.

The second image (this one) is a close-up of that rhododendron. Closer-up, I should say, as this was as close as I dared go… it was just out of reach hanging off a precipice some 200 feet above the slope. As Bugs Bunny used to say, “That next step is a doozy!” I’m not quite sure what a doozy is, but it looks like it could hurt.

Dedicate to Kaveh Yaghmayee

If you're interested in purchasing this print ,please contact me - violetkashi@gmail.com

Dedicating this image to Terry, for writing me such a nice testimonial, thank you so much! If you have not seen his stream, please take a moment to check out his beautiful work!

© All rights reserved, don't use my pictures without permission.

I want to dedicate this one to Michael Hunter for processing one of my processed images to another pp dimension. Thanks Mike, you are very talented, and I specially like your portrait skills

Mikes ver.

www.flickr.com/photos/michaeljhunter/4653446477/

my prev. ver.

www.flickr.com/photos/faisals/4635211179/

Thanks M

Dedicate at my great friends Extramedium ,Thepres6 and Oybay!!!

ciao amici

I dedicate this to my good friend Claudio.

I cannot buy him a Harley, but I can take a picture!

How can a machine be so beautiful?

The lines, the craftsmanship, the chrome... sigh

Dedico questo al mio amico Claudio buono.

Non posso comprare una Harley, ma posso fare una foto!

Come può una macchina essere così bella?

Le linee, l'artigianato, il cromo...sospiro

I dedicate this image to a fabulous player for Everton FC ,whose name is Alex Young ..who passed away today 27/02/2017 aged 80 ..

he was such a great player for us ,though I was only young I did see him play ..

A film was made about him entitled The Golden Vision ..

R.I.P Alex Young

www.evertonfc.com/news/2017/02/27/alex-young

Dedicate To my dear friend

Dedicate to sajan164

i feel like i should dedicate this to mahnie, whose work and character have definitely inspired me many times. this does not do her any justice and might even be an offense as it so lacks the perfection her shots always show but it's the best i got on my first try, so...

this is comprised of six shots, blended (fusioned?) in photomatix.

i strongly recommend to View Large On Black

I dedicate this post to a new friend who had the same name than my grandmother… Laetitia …she wrote a beautiful testimonial for me…!!! If you have the time… take a look to her stream… a fabulous firework of beauties…!!!

If you’d read her testimonial you’ll know why I’d choosen this song…!!! :)))

Olivia Newton John… Magic …!!!

edit: May 2007 - "I dedicate this photo to my beloved late Father"

Here around, all is covered by snow, so I forwarded this image posted on Christmas 2010, to dedicate some verses to the wedding between the snow and the earth.

Marry me my sweet bride

You’re dressed in white

And hide the sharp stones

I’ll always love you

I AM THE EARTH

IO SONO LA NEVE

After dedicating time to the blade of my Victorinox Huntsman, I thought I'd go with something different and a bit more challenging (photo-wise): the corkscrew.

After a few different (failed) tries, I've stacked this lot of 15 shots on Photoshop and this is the result. I haven't been able to get a completely flawless result with focus stacking yet: not sure if it's 100% my fault or if Photoshop is not serving me well enough (I understand there may be better alternatives out there, but I'm not willing to invest into those unless I really decide I want to stack more often).

Of course PS strips all camera info, so for the record this was shot on D7500 and AF-S Micro 105mm f/2.8, as usual.

I dedicate this shot, taken at Robin Hood's Bay, North Yorkshire, to Meirion Matthias of WelshFlickrCymru. This style of shot will be forever known as 'Doing a Meirion'...

Oosaki Hachimangu is the famous Shinto Shrine in Sendai.

The main building , designated as a national treasure, is an example of Azuchi Momoyama architecture.

Matsutaki Matsuri , commonly called Donto-sai is the popular festival held on January 14 and the people bring the New Year's decorations to burn and dedicate.

I introduce some shots I took.

大崎八幡宮は仙台の有名な神宮です。

社殿は国宝で、安土桃山建築です。

松焚祭は、一般にどんと祭と呼ばれますが、1月14日に人々は正月飾りを持ち寄って、これを燃やすのです。

わたしが撮影した写真を何枚か紹介します。

(charcoal, graphite, watercolor- mixed media; 11H x 18W inches)

If you have ever felt different...insignificant...misunderstood...alone...

and all you want is to get away as far away as possible- you are not alone

as "I dedicate this piece to you."

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I dedicate this photo to my faithful friend "Srećko". He was my companion and he was watching me when I photographed.

Dedicate To Who Visit This Photo !!