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A generous Swahili child kindly shares her bag of mixed nuts - not begging - during an a late afternoon stroll through the back streets of Mombasa's Stone Town, Swahili Coast, Kenya.
This is my version for Kaya, the beautiful mesh head LeLUTKA is giving away to group members.
I wanted to thank LeLUTKA for such generosity. A Christmas gift that even I, who didn't behave very well this year, got one. I hope Santa Claus doesn't come after me to get it back. As a precaution, I'm waiting for him here with my bat. 😜
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It`s 5.45 am........ it`s still dark enough to see the stars........ the sky is getting redder ...... you say ....,,,wow.
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The Golden Lake Path - Inle Lake Myanmar
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MOL Generosity (IMO: 953216) is a container ship registered and sailing under the flag of Liberia. Her gross tonnage is 59,176. She was built in 2012 by Hyundai Samho Heavy Industries, Samho. Her overall length (loa) is 275.07 m, and her beam is 40.04 m. Her container capacity is 5,605 teu. She is operated by Peter Doehle Schiffahrts-KG of Hamburg.
I photographed the MOL Generosity on her approach to berth at Fremantle Port on 12 September 2016.
It really amazes me the generosity of some people. In addition, this whole concept that people on flickr and elsewhere are just ‘internet people’ and not real people.
Sunday I was asked to come down to Orange County to photograph yoga instructor, mentor and blogger Geri once again. Last time the concept was beauty, so we shot her at the Long Beach marina in daylight. This time, she wanted a more rugged, urban look. Beautiful yoga in an urban setting.
I asked Steve Moore and Hector Cruz if they wanted to come along, shoot along, etc. There wasn’t much money involved, but I thought it might be fun.
Not only did they both want to come along (and drive miles to get there) but they allowed me to use their Alien Bees, Cyber Syncs, ring flash, octabox and their entire studio. Plus, they helped with all the lighting, etc. I’m just blown away.
Now the funny thing is that their new studio Moore & Cruz just opened and they are doing some amazing work. Both come from different backgrounds, so when they combine for a portrait shoot, wedding, or just something fun, you better believe they have the equipment, skills and personality to make it happen. Does it sound like I’m giving an endorsement? You betcha. If you’re in the OC or LA area, be sure to look them up.
Thanks again guys!
This was shot at ISO 2500. Almost SOOC. There was an AlienBee 1600 on the left and right, both just using their modeling lamp, in some dark alley in Santa Ana.
The winds blew hard and the promise of a sunset drew as many to the beach that night as one expects to see on a balmy summer night. The long reach of telephoto lenses were spotted on many cameras, including mine, until the sky suddenly turned into a this magical display of nature's beauty. I put on a wide angle lens and headed for the edge of Lake Michigan. My heart filled with joy as I saw how well the camera captured the generous scene before my eyes. Frankfort Michigan.
The beautiful two souls who read stories to the toddlers at the local library every week. Rain or shine.
"Generosity is a matter of heart and not finances" And I would say this is one very generous sunset! Personally that's how I feel when I am standing there in awe over these breathtaking moments...whether it is a sunrise or sunset they all leave me stunned. This moment was no exception! May we all live generously today ; ) ....and if I will just look up every day and look around, there is always a "reminder" to be generous...It truly is "more blessed to give than receive" : )
Thank you all for your generosity in sharing all your amazing captures! It's mesmerizing...I just want to drink them all in! I have seen some amazing shots already in 2011 and the best is yet to come! Whew Whoooo! ; )
Enjoy every moment, they all count! Have a great day! We have so much to be thankful for!
For all my flickr friends - this is my thank you!
Thank you for all your generosity, comments, faves, and notes.
My ridulously generous chrismas present from Kurai~.
thanks so much~<3
I could finally afford the best merao I know
and the merjewlery i wanted for so long
and the black meroutfit Ive got in white allready(THANKS Azaiya THANKS for making it~<3).
~^.^~Shuri will probably never walk again, only swim~^.^~.
Aaaand
I'm firmly stuck in the upcoming Na'vi-hype after I watched the trailer earlier this year actually, but I watched the AvatarMovie the day before yesterday and finally made a Na'vishurishape, like I had intended since I saw the trailer because I like the more animalistic look to it~
I love her face~(which is the only thing I changed anyway;Nose+forehead, and lips a little :D)
viva Na'vi~
“Do all the good you can,
By all the means you can,
In all the ways you can,
In all the places you can,
At all the times you can,
To all the people you can,
As long as ever you can.”
John Wesley quotes
its titled by عزه
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عيؤنگ ڶاٺؤڑيها ڶغيڑے ڶا ٺؤڑيها ..
عيؤنگ ڶے ؤ ڶؤ أقڍڑ ..
عيؤنگ عنگ أڍاڑيها ..
أنا ڶؤ پعٺ نظڑاٺگ اپيع اڶعمڑ ؤ اشڑيها ..
عيؤن اڶڶيڶ انا پاڶځيڶ ..
أځپ أسهڑ ڶياڶيها ..
ؤأځپ أپگے ؤهے ٺپگے ..
ؤأفڑځ ڶڶفڑځ فيها ..
ځپيپے ڶؤ ضمنٺ اڶيؤم ..
أعيش اڶشگ فے پاگڑ ..
يڃے مسٺقپڶ اڶايام ..
يغيڑ فے هؤۓ اڶځاضڑ ..
يغيڑگ اڶژمن پعڍے ٺعڶم طپعـۂ اڶغاڍڑ ..
أڂاف عيؤن ما يڍڑؤن ..
ؤش اڶڶے يڃڑځ اڶڂاطڑ ..
ؤ عيؤنگ آه ڶؤ يڍڑؤن ..
ځياٺي فيها ڶڶآڂڑ ..
عيؤنگ ڶا ٺؤڑيها ڶغيڑے ڶا ٺؤڑيها
پـــڍڑ پـن عپــڍاڶمځســن
Model : My Bro
Taken By: Me
Edit By : Me
Location: House
Don't Forget to Say Mashalla ^^
Note: Miss.Generous My old Nick Name
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Wow. I just love how this turned out! One of those cases where it worked out just how I planned (how often does that happen?) I used all the green barbells, daisy dots, and posies I had - and I couldn't have found a better use for those scraps! I believe the background fabric is a gray linen (it was an unmarked remnant...so I'm not certain). It's a generous size 10 inches tall and 11 inches wide at the top.
The back is personalized, so it shall remain a mystery ;)
I hope you love it, partner! I do!
The 'smugglers' who shared the cabin with me on the Trans Siberian always placed a generous cash gratuity into our passports as we were to be searched. Andre 'the elder' would assert his authority as the head smuggler and collect all four of the passports... including mine... and he would give them to the officials with a mischevous smile and a nod that said 'this is my gift to you.' This is my business. This is what I do.
Andre always put the American passport on the bottom... I think he thought it would draw less attention there...and then he always shushed me with a stern and piercing look as he prepared for these most critical transactions. The first thing the official would do is put the American passport on top. I began to realize that although we shared that cabin and the comraderie of the rails... or confinement thereof... that Andre 'the elder' didn't really think that having an American in his cabin was all that much good for business. It seemed to bring a little 'extra special' attention and scrutiny to his little clandestine smuggling operation. Maybe he had to bump up the bribes a notch or two to insure the safe passage of his valuable contraband. Either way you could just tell by watching him that Andre was a bottom line kind of guy.
By the end of the journey though Andre had invited me to live with him and his family in Poland... to work at his store... and to marry his daughter who he assured me had the bluest of eyes and breasts that were the national pride of Poland. Although I never saw him again I came to love Andre as a father in law even though I never met his daughter... somehow I feel like I know her.
It's no joke either about Polish womens breasts being an object of national pride. Somehow Andre 'the elder' seemed capable of working it into any conversation relating to his motherland... to which Andre 'the younger' and their female companion would invariably agree with.
This usually led to a toast... a clanking of the glasses... the tipping of a bottle and a slurred chorus of 'nasdorovia's.'
Whenever the merits of Polish breasts were agreed on, indeed that meant it was time to drink some more vodka. Even to this day... when I think of Andre or Polish womens breasts... it makes me want to knock back a shot of vodka... but I don't drink anymore and really I am more of an ass man... but still. I never had the heart to tell Andre that... I mean, talking about Polish womens breasts really seemed to make him so happy. I didn't want to take that way from him. You've just never seen a guy so filled with joy as Andre was whenever his favorite subject was being discussed or debated... it really lit him up from the inside.
Anytime you want to make a Polish national feel good... or homesick... just bring up the fact that Polish women have the best breasts. It's been good for a lot of free drinks for me.
I had just left Asia... everyday I travelled closer to Europe. With the passage of time and distance Andre's observations were indeed verified though... the closer I got to Poland... the larger breasts became. I'm not kidding. Andre was right.
The first Russian I met... the man smiling in the photograph... was like most Russians it seemed...named Sergei. A few were named Alexander or Andre. I think Russians have only three names... except for politicians or people of fame. I might have met a couple of Victors and a handful of Igor's as well. Somebody once said they'd heard of a Russian named Nikolai too. Still... most men in Russia are named Sergei. That's just the way it is there.
Seconds after I took this photograph Sergei slipped into his pocket without flinch or hesitation the currency that Andre had stashed in his passport. I knew it was coming and I was watching closely for it. I barely caught it. And I grew up in Chicago.
Living on that train with those smugglers was like taking an advanced college course in the subtleties and techniques of graft. It was Andre 'the elder' who taught me that you need to keep variable amounts of currency in each of your four pockets... like five in one, ten in the next, then twenty and a hundred...and that you must properly size up the person you are attempting to bribe and choose from one of your pockets the minumum amount you are betting it will take to pacify that official.
That's helped me more than once in life since then.
Andre also showed me that it was really important to telegraph the bribe... to look the mark right in the eyes and demonstrate that one... you were about to bribe him and two... that you were going to reach into your pocket and take out all of the money you had available to you for this transaction. It was really deep psychology according to Andre. The man had an ethic and he was a perfectionist. It's always remarkable to watch such a master at work.
Andre pointed out that it was good form to allow your pocket to turn slightly inside out so that the mark could see that indeed you really emptied it. This he noted made them feel really special. Like you went all the way for them. He also taught me that a bribe is never to be peeled off of a larger wad of bills or taken from a wallet... unless you had done business with the mark before but in his opinion it was still a bad idea.
Andre's bribes never failed or produced even the slightest trace of hesitation. The man was truly a master. Andre 'the elder' was the maestro of bribery. And he taught me well. Halfway through the journey he announced that he was getting sick of the train and that he and his cohorts were getting off at Irkusk and flying on to Moscow.
He gave to me a case of vodka and an envelope with additional bribes in it and told me that he would meet me in Moscow with the 'goods' next week.
I was proud and honored that Andre 'the elder' trusted me with the 'stuff.'
I was officially a smuggler now.
When I went through Japanese customs they even pulled me right out of line... took me to this little office where I presumed I was going to learn what a rough rectal exam was like. They never even looked in my bags though... they just wanted to know if I slept with any prostitutes in Bangkok... it was a real interrogation too... they didn't believe me when I said I hadn't... they even tried to say I must be gay then. the fact that I didn't seem to take much offense at their calling me gay really seemed to disturb them because thry had a little conference among themselves... in Japanese... so I had no way of knowing what they were saying.
I told them that i did get a killer massage at the James Bond Turkish Bath and Massage House... but there was no happy ending if you know what I mean. I only went in because of the James Bond motiff. I'm a sucker for that stuff... like the cosmonaut cigarettes on the train in Russia.
Still they didn't believe me but they let me go with a warning... a reminder to call them if I wanted to change my story and they gave me this pamphlet that described all of the symptoms one might have after a hedonistic weekend in the city of angels... Bankok. Reading the brochure it made me really glad I just stuck with the massage. The pictures, even though they were in black and white, they were especially disturbing.
Bangkok... really the only reason I went there is because I loved that song by Murray McMurray... you know the one... 'one night in Bangkok makes a hard man humble.' I wanted to see what the inspiration for that song was... and I thought I could use some humbling. Murray was correctamundo... I was indeed humbled.
I dealt with smugglers before in Japan... Nigerians... but dealing with the Nigerians always made me feel dirty. And that was before they became famous on the internet.
Those Nigerians... they are a resourceful bunch though. And the colorful clothing... you haven't partied until you've partied with a Nigerian man wearing a yellow daishiki with a matching hat. I couldda stared at those intricate psychadellic patterns forever. I still felt dirty though. But as a rule, if you ever want anything illegal, if you want to find the corruption or a cities dark underbelly... look for the Nigerians... you can't miss them the way they dress. Or you can just find cab drivers... who are often Nigerian anyway. Cab drivers are also a valuable resource when you are looking for some sin in a new city. I never once got into one of those three wheeled cabs in Bangkok called "Tuk-tuk's" without being offered a "massagy-massagy," Not once.
When I was in high school and I wanted some beer or alcoholoc beverages... I'd just call for a cab... and when the guy got there... I'd tell him to go get me a twelve pack or something... then I would do that "rip the twenty dollar bill in half" trick and tell him he'd get to keep the other half when he came back. They loved that. It always produced for me. It's one of the most secret agent like things you could do... ripping a bill in half like that... it's an all or nothing move... it's like saying neither one of us trusts the other but this twenty... that's what it's all about. Of course you gotta figure in the cab fare too.
I think Nigeria has the worlds biggest cab driver school or something. Most Nigerian guys grow up to be cab drivers... the ones with more education do internet scams... white collar work. From what I've seen... those are your only two career paths if you're from Nigeria. Smuggling and dealing in hashish is just a very common side gig. And they had this scam where they used a computer to alter prepaid phone cards and increase their value. Nigerians can be geniuses.
It was a Nigerian that taught me that if you took the local train long distance in Japan you could have a friend get on at the station before your destination and give you an extra ticket he bought there for like a buck and you could save hundreds because if you over rode your fair they didn't check on the train... you just had to pay when you inserted your ticket at the exit. Those Nigerians.
The Japanese didn't have much an apetite for the devils weed... they preferred amphetamines... something I never did. I always thought it would be pretty hillarious to hang out with some really stoned Japanese people. I wondered what their eyes could possibly look like when they were smoking pot.
The other gaurd in the picture... the mean looking one... noted the transaction as if to say 'I had better get my cut' and the money quickly dissapeared with all of the magnificence of a Las Vegas slieght of hand magician.
You could see it in the officers eyes... and he didn't appreciate my shutter happy finger either. I thought this would be another precious roll of thirty five millimeter lost to the angry hands of the authorities. That stuff is hard to come by in Siberia you know.
It was obvious these men were used to being treated to such gratuities. Probably they sent word ahead... there is a man in the rear cabin who treats security officials very well.
It reminded me of the consulate officer at the Russian embassy in Beijing who informed me that they were 'all out of visas' until I produced my last eight american dollars... and even then he motioned for me to show him the inside of my bag because I'm sure he wanted to make it an even ten. That's why you keep your money in different pockets. Miraculously the rubber stamp that made visas was rejuvenated and after a strong smack on the stamp pad was good for just one more visa.
Our cabin and our bags were never searched. Not anywhere on the entire journey. They could have contained a ton of heroin or four chinese children set out to work in the kitchens of europe.
At this time I didn't know what the two Andres and their female cohort were smuggling, but I had hoped that it was indeed something that would make the journey more pleasant.
My passport was taken from me there at Manzhoulli and I was issued Russian travel papers that I carried for the duration of the trip. Papers that were stamped with a radiation symbol the morning after we tore ass through the radiated zone caused by the disaster at Chernobyl. To this day I wonder how the passport was returned to me as I departed Russia at the Polish border.
Later Sergei 'the compensated' and I sat outside the Manzhoulli station where he smoked a cigarette and asked me questions about America. It wasn't small talk... Sergei had a deep interest in the way things were there... why our countries grew up in this diabolic situation of mutual assured nuclear destruction. What was so different about us his words seemed to say in a meandering way. I saw then that Sergei was raised too on the same diet of propoganda that I was... just the other end of the spectrum. I remember it seemed as if we both realized that right at the same time... his deep basso Russian laughter overwhelmed mine and carried beyond our immediate confines to precede me into Siberia.
I uncapped the pewter whiskey flask in my bag... the one decorated with the golfers on it that I shoplifted from Carson Perie Scott's in high school and we shared a sip. The same one the port official in Shanghai uncapped to smell but never dared to partake of. I crushed that flask when I had it in my back pocket when I fell off the back of a moving truck... the flask was empty... which undoubtably had something to do with me falling off of the back of a moving truck... but I was crushed too because I loved that flask. I ended up filling it with water and freezing it repeatedly until the crushed metal expanded outward. Plus I think it's realy the only thing I've ever shoplifted... except for candy and stuff like that. I just fell in love with that thing the first time I saw it. I knew then that I had to have it and I carried it around the whole world.
In Siberia vodka was golden... but whiskey... even the cheap Japanese stuff I carried...Suntory I think... it produced a reaction in my Russian friends like nothing I had ever seen. One sip... savored as if it were sent from heaven above and there were kisses and bear hugs. One sip of whiskey to a Russian then always opened up an immediate and strong friendship. Sometimes it even lasted longer than the fire it produced in your stomach and the burn in your throat.
I watched the sunset there that evening in Manzhoulli. Alone at the side of the rails I wished that someone would have walked over... sat next to me... and even in the silence of those who speak no common language... just appreciated that Manzhoulli sunset with me.
If I could have found one...I would have paid a prostitute just to sit next to me and enjoy that there. But I've heard that prostitutes always make you pay extra for weird stuff like that. I did after all have a bag of Yuan's that I worked out of the black market in China. The ones that I was left with after they wouldn't let me buy booze with them. The ones only chinese citizens are supposed to carry. Foreigners in China are supposed to carry a different money than the Chinese... they're called foreign exchange certificates. I called them 'fecks' because I like to come up with acronyms or slang names for things. It makes me sound smarter... like I been around the block a time or two.
Chinese money confused me... they rarely used coins... I'd break a one yuan note... worth maybe twenty cents and about the size of a buck... and for change I'd get a bunch of smaller notes of differing sizes. It was like some of their cash was as small as a postage stamp. After a week I had so much of the stuff and couldn't figure out how to use it... I'd just open my hip bag and let the bus driver or shop keeper help themselves.
It was the hearbreak of the solo traveller... that I should be in a place of such significance and see something of extraordinary beauty and have no one there to even draw breath with in in the way one does when confronted with such magnificence. The sigh of beauty.
Envy was the emotion I always felt as I watched others hold hands or share the entwinement of a lovers arms... those who whispered to each other at these moments... them who had someone stand on the pier or at the station to wish them bon voyage... even more so they who met someone to welcome them to their destination.
I always stepped off of my conveyance alone.
I was there alone as the sun set on Asia... I said goodbye as it was dropping low over Mongolia and casting a gorgeous and firery reflection off of the steppes and the deserts miles distant.
It would be to me my last sunset of Asia.
And my last stupid thought. Possibly it was the vodka the Andres forced upon me there... but I clasped my hands behind my head and layed back on my backpack as the sun rounded the earth... and I entertained myself with a promise that if I were ever to become filthy rich that I would buy my childhood home... the one I grew up in... have it taken apart piece by piece and put into shipping containers where I would then have them shipped here... or maybe to the Steppes of Mongolia in front of me... and reassembled exactly as it was. I didn't care where... I just thought it would be loads of fun to take my childhood home apart and rebuild it somewhere really far away.
That I might live in my house and look out the window at this place.
A generous layer of fog settles in over the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco, as seen from Marin county.
This was a fine morning back in October when the fog was too thick below at Battery Spencer and the gate up to Hawk Hill was still locked, so I took a chance on hiking up Slacker Hill. Sure enough, the bridge towers were just visible above the rolling blanket of fog.
I can no longer recall what lens was used here, but I am guessing the SMC A-75/2.8 mounted to the Pentax 645D.
This is a crop from a single frame, two bracketed exposures manually blended and kicked up a little with Nik efex. I hope you like it.
"Generosity is giving more than you can, and pride is taking less than you need." - Khalil Gibran
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Every Tuesday at work we have 'soup day'. Someone from the office brings in homemade soup and shares with the soup people; this week was my turn.
Part of bringing in soup is supplying some bread to dunk so this morning after setting the soup up in the office crockpot I ventured to the market to grab some freshly baked bread.
I passed by the inspiration village and noticed how quiet it was and decided to drag my camera out of my bag to get a shot of this gigantic sign reminding people what city they were in.
I haven't done much to celebrate Canada 150 but I may as well make use of a good photography opportunity when one presents itself!
Hope everyone has had a good day.
Oh, and if you're wondering, it was cream of asparagus soup and it was a hit!
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Morning in Torrevieja (9/10)
This photo is part of a series of 10 photos taken in the city of Torrevieja in Spain during the summer of 2022. The aim of this series is to show the atmosphere and activity when the city wakes up. The streets of the city are usually very tight and one way with cars parked in all the open spaces. During the hot summer months, people walk primarily on the shaded pavements because the heat is suffocating. The activity really starts around 9h / 10h when people start to leave their homes and the shops open their doors. I hope that these few photos will immerse you in the life of Torrevieja.
Cette photo fait partie d’une série de 10 photos prises dans la ville de Torrevieja en Espagne durant l’été 2022. L’objectif de cette série est de montrer l’ambiance et l’activité lorsque la ville se réveille. Les rues de la ville sont en général très serrées et à sens unique avec des voitures parquées dans tous les espaces libres. Durant les grandes chaleurs de l’été, les habitants marchent en priorité sur les trottoirs à l’ombre car la chaleur y est suffocante. L’activité commence réellement autour des 9h / 10h lorsque les gens commencent à sortir de chez eux et que les magasins ouvrent leurs portes. J’espère que ces quelques photos vous immergeront dans la vie de Torrevieja.
"Remember to be gentle with yourself and others. We are all children of chance and none can say why some fields will blossom while others lay brown beneath the August sun. Care for those around you. Look past your differences. Their dreams are no less than yours, their choices no more easily made. And give, give in any way you can, of whatever you posses. To give is to love. To withhold is to wither. Care less for your harvest than for how it is shared and your life will have meaning and your heart will have peace.”
- Kent Nerburn
"We must give more in order to get more. It is the generous giving of ourselves that produces the generous harvest.”
- Orison Swett Marden
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Homage of Century at Bagan stupa - Myanmar
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Currently, I'm running a crowd funding activity to initiate my personal 2016 Flickr's Project. Here, I sincerely request each and every kind hearted souls to pay some effort and attention.
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Basically, the substantial gather amount is achievable with pure passion n love heart in photography and not necessary be filty rich nor famous to help me accomplish raising my long yearning photography career, a sucking heavy expense that been schedules down my photography making journey had inevitably, some circumstances had badly fall short behind racing with time and inability to fulfill as quickly in near future consolidating good fund .
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Last but not least, a photography journey of life time for a trip to explore South Island of New Zealand and Africa.
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My intended schedule may estimate about 1 month round trip self drive traveling down scenic Southern Island of New Zealand for completing the most captivating landscape photography and wander into the big five, the wilderness of untamed Africa nature for my project 2016 before my physical body stamina eventually drain off.
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Ray Conniff Singers - Stranger in Paradise
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Mantovani - Stranger in paradise
After the generous and beneficial rains we've been enjoying since March, Madrid's countryside has turned very green, and the precipitation has brought very clean air to the city.
In this view from Monte El Pardo, on the northwestern outskirts of the capital, you can see the Cinco Torres from a different perspective than the one I usually show you. In it, the west facade of the skyscrapers appears under a sky that threatened a storm, but which finally materialized.
Happy Easter, friends!
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Línea del cielo de Madrid desde el Monte de El Pardo, Madrid, España
Después de las beneficiosas y generosas lluvias que venimos disfrutando desde el pasado mes de Marzo, el campo alrededor de Madrid ha reverdecido y se ha aportado un aire muy limpio sobre la ciudad.
En esta vista desde el Monte de El Pardo, en las afueras al noroeste de la capital, puedes ver las Cinco Torres desde una perspectiva diferente a la que suelo mostraros. En ella, la fachada oeste de los rascacielos luce así bajo un cielo que amenazaba tormenta, y que se hizo realidad.
Feliz Semana Santa, amig@s!
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With the help of two very generous flickr members (you know who you are), I was able to raise the entry/framing fees for the American Society of Media Photographer's juried fine art exhibition at Montclair State University in New Jersey.
The three submissions that I chose were "Jeff Goldblum Gets Lucky," "I Am A God, Myself, At Night," and "My Heart Shall Bleed."
There is an opening reception this Sunday where I'll find out if any of them made the cut for inclusion in the show. If so, the work will be on display until June 30th, and there's an opportunity for a cash prize. If not, then I gobble down a few wheat crackers covered in Cheez Whiz, smile, grab my pics and leave.
I'll let you know what happens. Either this photography thing takes off for me, or I have getting employee discounts at Radio Shack to look forward to.
Keep those fingers crossed, peeps.
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Last deer pic I promise :)
I sneaked up behind a tree for this shot...
The stag looked so beautiful in the morning sun. He managed to keep his balance even though he seemed to be leaning at quite an angle as he grazed away. I'm sure the grass was cold!!!
These beautiful white deer can be seen in Parkanaur forest park, Castlecaulfield, Co. Tyrone, Northern Ireland. Best of all it's free admission and you can walk right in through the deer park :)
Thank you everyone for your lovely kind and generous comments on my last photo. Hope you all have a wonderful day :)
We are thrilled to share that the funds raised have been transferred on February 10th to support Live and Learn in Kenya’s Feed a Smile Project! 🌍✨ Your generosity is directly helping to build a daycare for children in need, creating a brighter future for them! 💕🏡
We couldn’t have done this without our amazing community! 🙌 Thank you for every contribution, every share, and every moment of support! 💖 We’ll be sharing updates on the daycare project with you as it progresses, so stay tuned! 🎉
Generous Electric B39’s and a Burlington Northern B30-7A rumble upgrade near Crawford, Nebraska on 06-03-1988 with freight bound for Lincoln, NE on the old Chicago Burlington and Quincy. It’s sparse country out here where the antelopes roam and coal trains dominate, and during this time frame a west-bound freight also plied this line. 1018
With Christmas just around the corner, good old Saint Nick is preparing to visit people all across the world. But of all people, he loves us Belgians (and Dutchmen too) the most. Why? Because here he doesn't just come once on Christmas eve but two times a year. He also already came earlier this year, between the fifth and sixth of December.
On that day, we celebrate the anniversary of Saint Nicholas' passing in 343. He had been an early Christian bishop in what we now call Turkey and became a saint both because of the miracles he pulled off and because of his legendary generosity. The legend goes that he once heared talking of a man who had lost all of his money and soon wouldn't be able anymore to support his three daughters, leaving them to the worst of fates... Moved by this situation, that night under the cover of darkness Saint Nicholas silently went to the poor man's house. Through an opening, he threw a bag of gold in the house, which landed in a shoe of one of the three daughters. The next night, a bag of gold appeared in the second daughter's shoe. The next night, also the third daughter's shoe was filled with enough gold to support her for a lifetime and save her from a horrible fate.
Every year, here in Belgium and in the Netherlands we commemorate this feat of generosity by placing our shoes on the most inconvenient of places, only to find them filled with gold chocolate coins, mandarins (symbols of wealth and gold) as well as chocolate, marzipan, speculoos and toys in the morning. Saint Nicholas, we call him Sinterklaas, also rides his horse in every town to make children happy, and still does that in his episcopal attire, complete with his robes, staff and miter. In fact, his arrival is more anticipated that that of Santa Claus in this time of year and I'm sure he gets more drawings. Very close to where I live, there's even a city named after him!
Anyway, Santa Claus and our Sinterklaas clearly are closely related. However, my feeling is that Santa Claus has been stripped from a lot of meaning as his image has been commercialized more and more. Our Sinterklaas is still clearly the Saint Nicholas who performed such inspiring deeds of charity. He doesn't just set the example to give money to those who need it, but also shows us to keep our eyes and ears open to see and hear people around us in need. The poor man didn't go begging in the street, he tried to keep it behind closed doors. But Saint-Nicholas perceived his distress and had both the modesty and respect to lend a hand in secret. His point is not that he gives you presents, but that he listens to what you really need. That's a person worth celebrating twice!
So let's celebrate him, with songs, drawings and even Lego creations. But most of all, by keeping his example in mind in these cold days and throughout the year. That's why I wish you an ear- and eye-opening Christmas and new year!
MOL Generosity (IMO: 953216) is a container ship registered and sailing under the flag of Liberia. Her gross tonnage is 59,176. She was built in 2012 by Hyundai Samho Heavy Industries, Samho. Her overall length (loa) is 275.07 m, and her beam is 40.04 m. Her container capacity is 5,605 teu. She is operated by Peter Doehle Schiffahrts-KG of Hamburg.
I photographed the MOL Generosity on her approach to berth at Fremantle Port on 12 September 2016.
[Fr] Nous sommes généreux alors nous vous offrons 🎁 un deuxième coucher de soleil sur la Loire. 🌄 Il vous plaît celui ci ? 😍 [En] We are too generous today so we offer you a second amazing sunset 🎆 ! Do you like it 😘 ? . #igersfrance #france #ig_france #instapics #loire #jaimelafrance #hello_france #france_photolovers #photodujour #super_france #loves_france_ #ilovefrance #picoftheday #nature_perfection #naturelover #landscapes #sunsets #igersanjou #anjou #sunset #amazing #love
With a generous mount of Flap selected, Royal Air Force Lockheed Hercules C.4 ZH865 flies short finals to land at Brize Norton
This is the stretched version of the standard C.5 (C-130J) acquired by the RAF to replace their original fleet of 1960's acquired Hercs
The RAF have the A400M Atlas now as a Hercules replacement but a handful of these machines continue in use based here at Brize
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