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NemO’s is an Italian street artist, known for his thought-provoking, dark comedy murals inhabited by characteristic human figures.
NemO’s large public pieces are almost always thought-provoking, displaying his critique towards our society’s modern values, selfish aspects of our society, with banal and thoughtless actions, or towards shallow and shock-addicted press and media.
NemO's es un "street artist" italiano, conocido por sus murales de comedia oscura y provocadores de la reflexión, habitados por figuras humanas características.
Las grandes obras públicas de NemO's son casi siempre estimulantes, mostrando su crítica hacia los valores modernos de nuestra sociedad, los aspectos egoístas de nuestra sociedad, con acciones banales e irreflexivas, o hacia medios y prensa poco profundos y adictos al sensacionalismo.
Fanzara (Castellón/ Spain)
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Lovely down at Greenan Castle and always a great walk but there is always something fascinating about walking below the ruin ... you keep looking upwards just in case!! Well, it is, oh so close to the edge of the cliff face!!
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We finally got back to one of our favourite places to walk. After having to shelter under the trees whilst a rain storm passed over the rest of our walk was dry and most enjoyable.
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Local school playing fields.
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August 15, 1989 - Atlanta, Georgia, USA - Kodak Tri-X negative copied with a Nikon D810 using the Nikon ES-1 slide copier. I expanded the opening in an old plastic slide mount to allow room for the borders around the image. Mild tweaking in Photoshop.
The campervan had to go to Worthing today for a software update mandated by the German Federal Motor Transport Authority. We walked into east Worthing for a coffee along the seafront, then back after recieving a phone call to say it was done.
The light was looking particularly good over the offshore wind farm.
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Taken for Our Daily Challenge ~ Transparent
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A fantastic way to start the New Year out of the water. Cold but like a mill pond out today.
121 pictures in 2021 #01 lift off
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The snow on the garden is thawing, so just a quick shot of the only icicles there are before they too are gone.
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Not as showy as the magnificent male but a beauty all the same.
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Dear ANDORE Customer,
Today, I’m announcing the official closure of the ANDORE brand.
Six years ago, the world of Second Life welcomed a new creative venture — ANDORE. What began as a modest collection of ear & accessories quickly grew into something far greater than I could have ever anticipated. I was genuinely moved by the warmth and enthusiasm with which you embraced my designs. Your support, passion, and love for my creations have meant the world to me.
Throughout the years, I have worked tirelessly to bring you joy through fresh ideas and thoughtful design. However, as time went on, the brand became closely — and almost exclusively — associated with ears. While this recognition is an honor, it has also limited the broader creative vision I hold for the future.
As I observed other brands evolve and diversify, it became clear to me that ANDORE is capable of much more. It is more than just one product or a single aesthetic—it holds the potential to grow, expand, and inspire in new ways. And for that to happen, change is necessary.
It is time for a transformation.
In order to breathe life into something new, we must first let go of the old. For this reason, the ANDORE group will be closed to new members, and the in-world store will be temporarily unavailable. Existing products will be gradually transferred to the Marketplace, and eventually removed from the in-world location.
However, this is not a final farewell. ANDORE is simply stepping away to return renewed—reborn with a fresh identity, a new vision, and reimagined ideas.
As for the beloved ear accessories—fear not. I am excited to announce the creation of a separate brand: LEX.
LEX will carry forward the legacy of ANDORE’s signature ears and jewelry, while expanding into new areas of body customization. The new group for LEX will be available to join free of charge until April 15th, after which a fee will apply. A link to the new group will be included in the post description and shared within the ANDORE group announcements.
I wish to express my deepest gratitude to each and every one of you who has supported ANDORE over the years. Your loyalty, creativity, and enthusiasm have been a constant source of inspiration.
Thank you for being part of this journey—and thank you in advance to those who will join me as I continue this next chapter with LEX.
With heartfelt appreciation, ArtemZgursky
Creator of ANDORE & LEX
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My Mate, Marmite Mug.
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Out walking in one of my favourite places today to take advantage of one of the last really warm days of the year.
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I just love how this abstract one turned out! A macro shot of oil in water with a coloured background placed underneath the bowl of water!
By Bellisima Benelli
poet Frederick George Scott
WINTER forests mutely standing
Naked on your bed of snow,
Wide your knotted arms expanding
To the biting winds that blow,
Nought ye heed of storm or stress,
Stubborn, silent, passionless.
Buried is each woodland treasure,
Gone the leaves and mossy rills,
Gone the birds that filled with pleasure
All the valleys and the hills;
Ye alone of all that host
Stand like soldiers at your post.
Grand old trees, the words ye mutter,
Nodding in the frosty wind,
Wake some thoughts I cannot utter,
But which haunt the heart and mind,
With a meaning, strange and deep,
As of visions seen in sleep.
Something in my inmost thinking
Tells me I am one with you,
For a subtle bond is linking
Nature's offspring through and through,
And your spirit like a flood
Stirs the pulses of my blood.
While I linger here and listen
To the crackling boughs above,
Hung with icicles that glisten
As if kindling into love,
Human heart and soul unite
With your majesty and might.
Horizontal, rich with glory,
Through the boughs the red sun's rays
Clothe you as some grand life-story
Robes an aged man with praise,
When, before his setting sun,
Men recount what he has done.
But the light is swiftly fading,
And the wind is icy cold,
And a mist the moon is shading,
Pallid in the western gold;
In the night-winds still ye nod,
Sentinels of Nature's God.
Now with laggard steps returning
To the world from whence I came,
Leave I all the great West burning
With the day that died in flame, .
And the stars, with silver ray,
Light me on my homeward way.
Frederick George Scott
Campo alrededor de Antananarivo cercano al aeropuerto internacional de Ivato
Countryside around Antananarivo close to Ivato International Airport
Antananarivo (Tananarive, en francés) es la capital de Madagascar, así como de la provincia homónima. Cuenta con una población de 1.275.207 habitantes (2018), lo que la convierte en la ciudad más poblada del país. La ciudad se encuentra ubicada en el centro de la isla, a unos 145 km de la costa oriental, que es la más cercana. En la actualidad la ciudad es una capital moderna, además del principal centro administrativo, económico, demográfico y judicial de Madagascar.
El nombre, de manera literal, significa "En la Ciudad de los Mil" en malgache, compuesto formado por el prefijo locativo A-, tanana que significa "ciudad" o "aldea" y arivo, "mil", (aunque la forma correcta sería Atnànan'ny Arivolahy) a causa de la cantidad de soldados que formaron su primer guarnición.
En efecto, según la tradición oral, el rey de Imerina, Andrianjaka (siglo XVII), pidió a mil guerreros que tomaran y protegieran el dominio real de la colina de Analamanga. El cerro y la ciudad conservaron el nombre de Analamanga hasta el reinado de Andriamasinavalona, quien les dio el nombre actual en honor a esos mil guerreros.
Sin embargo, no todos los investigadores aceptan esta leyenda; es posible que el nombre original fuese Antaninarivo, "en la tierra del pueblo", y Andriamasinavalona la denominase Atnànan'ny Arivolahy, de donde vino la forma híbrida Antananarivo por etimología popular.
Por aféresis propia del malgache, en francés se la llamó Tananarive con omisión del locativo, y en ocasiones simplemente Tana.
La ciudad dispone de comunicaciones por carretera con otras ciudades del país, vías ferroviarias y cuenta con el Aeropuerto Internacional Ivato que, con más de 1 500 000 de pasajeros anuales, es el aeropuerto más importante del país y proporciona a la ciudad vuelos nacionales con distintas regiones de Madagascar, además de trayectos internacionales hacia París, Johannesburgo, Nairobi y otras importantes ciudades africanas.
El clima es templado por su altitud. Enero es el mes más cálido en la ciudad, con un promedio de 22 grados Celsius; el mes más frío es julio, con un promedio de 15 grados Celsius. La media anual de temperatura es de 19 grados Celsius. Las heladas son raras en la ciudad; son más comunes en elevaciones más altas. Los meses con menos precipitaciones son julio y agosto con menos de 10 milímetros, mientras que en los meses de diciembre y enero llueve más con 290 milímetros. El promedio anual de precipitaciones es de 1358 milímetros.
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Antananarivo (French: Tananarive), also known by its colonial shorthand form Tana, is the capital and largest city of Madagascar. The administrative area of the city, known as Antananarivo-Renivohitra ("Antananarivo-Mother Hill" or "Antananarivo-Capital"), is the capital of Analamanga region. The city sits at 1,280 m (4,199 ft) above sea level in the center of the island, the highest national capital by elevation among the island countries. It has been the country's largest population center since at least the 18th century. The presidency, National Assembly, Senate and Supreme Court are located there, as are 21 diplomatic missions and the headquarters of many national and international businesses and NGOs. It has more universities, nightclubs, art venues, and medical services than any city on the island. Several national and local sports teams, including the championship-winning national rugby team, the Makis are based here.
Antananarivo was historically the capital of the Merina people, who continue to form the majority of the city's 1,275,207 (2018 Census) inhabitants. The surrounding urban areas have a total metropolitan population approaching three million. All eighteen Malagasy ethnic groups, as well as residents of Chinese, Indian, European and other origins, are represented in the city. It was founded circa 1610, when the Merina King Andrianjaka (1612–1630) expelled the Vazimba inhabitants of the village of Analamanga. Declaring it the site of his capital, Andrianjaka built a rova (fortified royal dwelling) that expanded to become the royal palaces of the Kingdom of Imerina. The city retained the name Analamanga until the reign of King Andriamasinavalona (1675–1710), who renamed it Antananarivo ("City of the Thousand") in honor of Andrianjaka's soldiers.
This was taken just before the rain arrived and it hasn't stopped ~ just a short walk, today!!
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For my friend NatuurfotoRien/Rien in Holland, who loves corvids.
I had this odd notion that when I retire I would carve a totem pole, and so over the years, I learned more and more about northwest coast art, culture, and carving. One of the pieces I studied was this - a huge cedar sculpture carved by the great sculptor, Bill Reid, to whom the telling of this ancient story is credited.
Bill Reid was a Haida indian (Haida is their word for “human”). The Haida tribe lives in the Queen Charlotte Islands off the coast of northern Canada (below Alaska), in a special place they call Haida Gwaii. Bill is widely credited for reviving the arts of the northwest coast - he was an amazing sculptor. I am disappointed I will never meet him.
The northwest coast tribes have many gods - all animals. Raven is the Haida equivalent of “fox”. Tricky, playful, smart, inquisitive - these are all qualities of Raven, whose play and trickery created the stars in the sky, the sun, the ocean and man.
The man-size (literally) sculpture is inside the University of British Columbia museum in Vancouver, Canada. When it was installed, Bill had the children of Haida Gwaii come to the installation - each with bottles of sand from the beach at Haida Gwaii, so Raven, could be installed in his native soil.
Here is his telling of their genesis myth - one of the most sacred stories in Haida culture:
The Story of the Raven Creating Man by Bill Reid
The great flood which had covered the earth for so long had receded, and even the thin strip of sand now called Rose Spit, stretching north from Naikun village lay dry. The Raven had flown there to gorge himself on the delicacies left by the receding water, so for once he wasn't hungry. But his other appetites - lust, curiosity and the unquenchable itch to meddle and provoke things, to play tricks on the world and its creatures - these remained unsatisfied.
He had recently stolen the light from the old man who kept it hidden in a box in his house in the middle of the darkness, and had scattered it throughout the sky. The new light spattered the night with stars and waxed and wane in the shape of the moon. And it dazzled the day with a single bright shining which lit up the long beach that curved from the spit beneath Raven's feet westward as far as Tao Hill. Pretty as it was, it looked lifeless and so to the Raven quite boring. He gave a great sigh, crossed his wings behind his back and walked along the sand, his shiny head cocked, his sharp eyes and ears alert for any unusual sight or sound. Then taking to the air, he called petulantly out to the empty sky. To his delight, he heard an answering cry - or to describe it more closely, a muffled squeak.
At first he saw nothing, but as he scanned the beach again, a white flash caught his eye, and when he landed he found at his feet, buried in the sand, a gigantic clamshell. When he looked more closely still, he saw that the shell was full of little creatures cowering in terror of his enormous shadow.
Well, here was something to break the monotony of his day. But nothing was going to happen as long as the tiny things stayed in the shell, and they certainly weren't coming out in their present terrified state. So the Raven leaned his great head close to the shell, and with the smooth trickster's tongue that had got him into and out of so many misadventures during his troubled and troublesome existence, he coaxed and cajoled and coerced the little creatures to come out and play in his wonderful, shiny new world. As you know the Raven speaks in two voices, one harsh and strident, and the other, which he used now, a seductive bell-like croon which seems to come from the depths of the sea, or out of the cave where the winds are born. It is an irresistible sound, one of the loveliest sounds in the world. So it wasn't long before one and then another of the little shell-dwellers timidly emerged. Some of them immediately scurried back when they saw the immensity of the sea and the sky, and the overwhelming blackness of the Raven. But eventually curiosity overcame caution and all of them had crept or scrambled out. Very strange creatures they were: two-legged like the Raven, but there the resemblance ended. They had no glossy feathers, no thrusting beak. Their skin was pale, and they were naked except for the long black hair on their round, flat-featured heads. Instead of strong wings, they had thin stick-like appendages that waved, and fluttered constantly. They were the original Haidas, the first humans.
For a long time the Raven amused himself with his new playthings, watching them as they explored their much expanded-world. Sometimes they helped one another in their new discoveries. Just as often, they squabbled over some novelty they found on the beach. And the Raven taught them some clever tricks, at which they proved remarkably adept. But the Raven's attention span was brief, and he grew tired of his small companions. For one thing, they were all males. He had looked up and down the beach for female creatures, hoping to make the game more interesting, but females were nowhere to be found. He was about to shove the now tired, demanding and quite annoying little creatures back into their shell and forget about them when suddenly - as happens so often with the Raven - he had an idea.
He picked up the men, and in spite of their struggles and cries of fright he put them on his broad back, where they hid themselves among his feathers. Then the Raven spread his wings and flew to North Island. the tide was low, and the rocks, as he had expected, were covered with those large but soft-lipped molluscs known as red chitons. The Raven shook himself gently, and the men slid down his back to the sand. The he flew to the rock and with his strong beak pried a chiton from its surface.
Now, if any of you have ever examined the underside of a chiton, you may begin to understand what the Raven had in his libidinous, devious mind. He threw back his head and flung the chiton at the nearest of the men. His aim was as unerring as only a great magician's can be, and the chiton found its mark in the delicate groin of the startled, shell-born creature. There the chiton attached itself firmly. Then as sudden as spray hitting the rocks from a breaking wave, a shower of chitons broke over the wide-eyed humans, as each of the open-mouthed shellfish flew inexorably to its target.
Nothing quite like this had ever happened to the men. They had never dreamed of such a thing during their long stay in the clamshell. They were astounded, embarrassed, confused by a rush of new emotions and sensations. They shuffled and squirmed, uncertain whether it was pleasure or pain they were experiencing. They threw themselves down on the beach, where a great storm seemed to break over them, followed just as suddenly by a profound calm. One by one the chitons dropped off. The men staggered to their feet and headed slowly down the beach, followed by the raucous laughter of the Raven, echoing all the way to the great island to the north which we now call Prince of Wales.
That first troop of male humans soon disappeared behind the nearest headland, passing out of the games of the Raven and the story of humankind. Whether they found their way back to the shell, or lived out their lives elsewhere, or perished in the strange environment in which they found themselves, nobody remembers, and perhaps nobody cares. They had played their roles and gone their way.
Meanwhile the chitons had made their way back to the rock, where they attached themselves as before. But they too had been changed. As high tide followed low and the great storms of winter gave way to the softer rains and warm sun of spring, the chitons grew and grew, many times larger than their kind had ever been before. Their jointed shells seemed about to fly apart from the enormous pressure within them. And one day a huge wave swept over the rock, tore them from their footholds and carried them back to the beach. As the water receded and the warm sun dried the sand, a great stirring began among the chitons. From each emerged a brown skinned, black-haired human. This time there were both males and females among them, and the Raven could begin his greatest game: the one that still goes on.
They were no timid shell-dwellers these, but children of the wild coast, born between the sea and land, challenging the strength of the stormy North Pacific and wresting from it rich livelihood. Their descendants built on its beaches the strong, beautiful homes of the Haidas and embellished them with the powerful heraldic carvings that told of the legendary beginnings of great families, all the heros and heroines and the gallant beasts and monsters who shaped their world and their destinies. For many generations they grew and flourished, built and created, fought and destroyed, living according to the changing seasons and the unchanging rituals of their rich and complex lives.
It's nearly over now. Most of the villages are abandoned, and those which have not entirely vanished lie in ruins. The people who remain are changed. The sea has lost much of its richness, and great areas of land itself lie in waste. Perhaps it's time the Raven started looking for another clamshell.
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Film: Fuji Velvia 100iso
Camera: Canon A1
Shot: July 2,2015 4:42pm
F-stop: F4
Shutter: 1/250
Lens: 50mm
Location: Maligne Canyon, Jasper Nation Park, Alberta, Canada
As more and more Boomers retire, scenes similar to this will be a normal occurrence.
In a month I will be moving back to Wyoming after experiencing this reality first hand.
Although the desert environment can be quite beautiful with its unique ecosystem, seeing it consumed like this is just plain sad.
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Another warm, sunny day and another countryside walk. We seemed to climb over an awful lot of these stiles today, some requiring high levels of athleticism to be able to get over them!
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A local artist, Steven Brown, is very popular and has turned what was a hobby into a lucrative business and career ~ this is a tin of shortbread which shows his most popular work .. the McCoos, a bright and cheerful multi-coloured family of Highland cows.
The shortbread is also delicious!!
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expanding...
developing...
increasing...
dedicated to Judy
I hope, you like this POV too ;-)
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La puerta de Hernani, es una de las cinco puertas de entrada al parque del Buen Retiro, junto con las de Madrid, Felipe IV, España y de la Independencia.
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El Parque del Retiro es sin duda el parque más emblemático de la ciudad de Madrid, tanto por su gran tamaño, su emplazamiento, en pleno centro de Madrid, y sobretodo por su singular belleza y la de los distintos elementos que lo componen.
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Su origen se data en tiempos de Felipe IV, cuando a iniciativa de su ministro el Conde-Duque de Olivares, se acotan una serie de tierras para el uso y disfrute de la familia real, y se construyen en su interior una serie de palacios, estanques y jardines para el divertimento de los reyes. Con el tiempo, el parque se fue ampliando, y de hecho elementos que hoy en día se encuentran fuera del Parque del Retiro, como el Casón del Buen Retiro, o el Museo del Ejército.
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A lo largo de su historia, el Parque del Retiro fue maltratado especialmente en dos momentos, durante la Guerra de la Independencia, cuando las tropas francesas lo utilizaron a modo de fortaleza frente al acoso de las tropas inglesas, que arrasaron la mayorías de los palacios y jardines, y la Guerra Civil Española, donde igualmente el Retiro sufrió un gran castigo.
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The door of Hernani, is one of the five entrances to the Buen Retiro park, along with Madrid, Felipe IV, Spain and Independence.
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Retiro Park is undoubtedly the most emblematic of the city of Madrid park, both for its size, its location, in the heart of Madrid, and especially for its unique beauty and the various elements that compose it.
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Its origin dates from the time of Philip IV, when the initiative of his minister the Count-Duke of Olivares, a series of land for the use and enjoyment of the royal family are dimensioned, and a series of palaces are built inside, ponds and gardens for the amusement of kings. Over time, the park was expanded, and indeed elements that today are outside the Parque del Retiro, as the Cason del Buen Retiro, or the Army Museum.
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Throughout its history, the Parque del Retiro was mistreated especially in two stages, during the War of Independence, when French troops used it as a fortress against the harassment of British troops, which devastated the majority of the palaces and gardens, and the Spanish Civil War, where also the Retiro suffered a great punishment.
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On our walk today I spotted some lovely rambling roses climbing through the trees. After the rain of yesterday most were quite battered but this one seems to have weathered the storm.
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Flickr Lounge ~ Coffee or Tea?
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On National Trust Land, this imposing and isolated lodge is available to rent out. Fabulous views but I'm not so sure about being there at night.
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Sculpture Expanded
17.5.-15.9.2019
Anna-Kaisa Ant-Wuorinen
Autokulta
2019
The artwork is part of Sculpture Expanded -Moving Laboratory of Public Art.
Teos on osa Sculpture Expanded -Liikkuva julkisen taiteen laboratorio -hanketta
Konstverket är en del av Sculpture Expanded -Rörliga laboratorium för offentlig konst.
You can see the Works in the following places/
Teoksen voit nähdä seuraavissa paikoissa/
Du kan se konstverket i följande ställen:
17.5-8.6 Ajurinaukio
8.6.-6.7 Kahvila Kampela / Cafe Kampela
6.7-4.8 Esplanadin puisto / Esplanadi park
4.8-23.8 Töölönlahdenkadun parkkipaikka /
Töölönlahdenkatu parking lot/
23.8-15.9 Kauppakeskus Kaari, parkkipaikka/
Kaari Shopping centre parking lot/
More information and visitor survey/
Lisätietoja kävijäkysely/
…find freedom, aliveness, and power not from what contains, locates, or protects us, but from what dissolves, reveals, and expands us.
~ Eve Ensler, Insecure at Last: Losing it in Our Security-Obsessed World
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NEW CHAPTER, MY FRIENDS (30.06.2010): After removing my website link (more than 1,000), I´ve just received the same message and I´m out of the search lists again. Or this has relation with the message above or has no sense...
I´m not allowed by Flickr to link my personal website.... amazing....! After so many years... Maybe it´s a consequence of the Israel message, I don´t want to think bad, but I don´t believe in coincidences, moreover when lots of user are allowed to. If I continue here is because the great number of friends I´ve meet, but I´m taking advantage of this in order to complain and let you see the kind of injustice that Flickr is doing these days. Let´s see who can be more annoying...
Please visit my profile
This is the kind of things that flickr has to take care of (THIEVES):
mufasa.softarchive.net/works_of_photographer_alonso_diaz....
This is the rules it is supposed I broke: Don’t use Flickr for commercial purposes.
Flickr is for personal use only. If we find you selling products, services, or yourself through your photostream, we will terminate your account. Any other commercial use of Flickr, Flickr technologies (including APIs, FlickrMail, etc), or Flickr accounts must be approved by Flickr. For more information on leveraging Flickr APIs, please see our Services page. If you have other open questions about commercial usage of Flickr, please feel free to contact us.
Where is it said that personal websites are not allowed? I do not do a commercial use of it!!! I´m a economist and work in a saving bank!!
TRUE THANKS TO ALL FOR YOUR SUPPORT, MY FRIENDS. IT´S WHAT MAKES ME THINK TO CONTINUE HERE
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NUEVO CAPÍTULO, AMIGOS (30.06.2010): Después de eliminar el link a mi web (más de 1000!), acabo de recibir el mismo mensaje y me han vuelto a sacar de las listas. O esto tiene algo que ver con el mensaje de arriba o no tiene sentido...
Después de cuatro años no se me permite poner el link a mi web... es increíble! Probablemente es una consecuencia al mensaje de Israel, no creo en las coincidencias y menos cuando muchos usuarios lo hacen. Si continuo por aquí es debido al gran número de amigos que he hecho, pero aprovecharé esto para protestar y hacer ver y protestar por las estupideces que Flickr está haciendo últimamente. Veremos quién molesta más...
Si quieres pasarte por mi web, visita mi perfil, por favor
Este tipo de cosas es lo que flickr debería cuidar (LADRONES DE FOTOS):
mufasa.softarchive.net/works_of_photographer_alonso_diaz....
Esta es la regla que me han dicho que he incumplido: Don’t use Flickr for commercial purposes.
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¿Dónde pone que no se pueden poner enlaces a páginas web personales? No hago uso comercial de ella! Joder, que soy economista y trabajo en una caja de ahorros!
MUCHAS GRACIAS A TODOS POR VUESTRO APOYO, DE VERDAD. ES LA ÚNICA MOTIVACIÓN PARA SEGUIR AQUÍ
None of my photos are HDR or blended images, they are taken from just one shot
Zambujeira do Mar, Odemira (Alentejo - Portugal)
Sony A900 + Carl Zeiss16-35mm + ND8 + 2 GND8 filters
Please don't use this image on websites, blogs or other media without my explicit permission. © All rights reserved
Here's a quick demo showing a message with several replies, links, and attachments. The demo shows how we will navigate through preview links and attachments, as well as how we could expand to the full view message inline.
Check out the demo here, and the blog post here.