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Die drei Molecule Men in der Spree, die Oberbaumbrücke, Media-Spree und der Fernsehtum im Übergang von Tag zu Nacht.
I was reminded of this shot when I saw Eses Moto's image yesterday:
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Check out his photo stream...there's some brilliant street photography to be found! :)
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dryopteris, backlit southern shield fern, sarah p duke gardens, duke university, durham, north carolina
The Menai Suspension Bridge was opened in 1826 and was the first of it's type in the world and connected Anglesey Island with the mainland.
Previous, people had to take a ferry or a muddy walk across at low tide. It revolutionised life on Anglesey. Especially the laundry bill.
BTW there are 3 million people in Wales and 6 million sheep.
I know there's a joke in there somewhere........
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Maison Vincent
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While factory production of sillar has reduced the number of works that choose to pass on their skill from generation to generation, there are still some 50-odd maestros canteros, or quarry-men, who continue to work just as their fathers and grandfathers did before them.
A salute to us liberal lefties . . . I love it! A fashion and political statement at the same time. Fifth Avenue Window at Bergdorf Goodman's
As you know by now, I love when artists use music to tell a story, weaving the music and the lyrics into a tale filled with emotion and colours. Don McLean is one of those Artists who masterfully achieve this. Vincent is an Ode to the dutch painter Vincent Van Gogh (1853 - 1890). He struggled with mental illness all through his life and died at his own hands at the age of just 37. During his life, he barely sold any of his paintings. Which makes the fact that these days they are worth millions kind of a cruel joke. Don McLean weaved numerous paintings of VanGogh into his Lyrics, which is another nice touch
Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy, linen land
Now, I understand what you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
Now, I understand, what you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left inside
On that starry, starry night
You took your life as lovers often do
But I could have told you, Vincent
This world was never meant for one
As beautiful as you
Starry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget
Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn of bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
Now, I think I know what you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they're not listening still
Perhaps they never will