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Planning: Hotel Four Seasons Florence - Elisa Peroli
Catering: Galateo ricevimenti
Design and decorations: Vincenzo Dascanio
Dj: Matthew
Light + Sound: GB audio
Venue: Teatro del Maggio musicale Fiorentino
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Planning: Hotel Four Seasons Florence - Elisa Peroli
Catering: Galateo ricevimenti
Design and decorations: Vincenzo Dascanio
Dj: Matthew
Light + Sound: GB audio
Venue: Teatro del Maggio musicale Fiorentino
Photography: Studio Bonon
Event for Reply
Planning: Hotel Four Seasons Florence - Elisa Peroli
Catering: Galateo ricevimenti
Design and decorations: Vincenzo Dascanio
Dj: Matthew
Light + Sound: GB audio
Venue: Teatro del Maggio musicale Fiorentino
Photography: Studio Bonon
A very quick reply to this: www.flickr.com/photos/miltonkeynesman/3268455991/
Shot in my office at home, arms length and I didn't even comb my hair. Its a close up as the office is messy!
A quick mono conversion and then split toned with the reds for highlights and a blue for the lowlights.
Its me, but not really me. You would have to know me well to see what I mean...
I have tagged:
Chris Yarrow
Tim Barrass
MegaShorts
r c hill photography
New Dad
Here are the rules;
1. Sit down.
2. TAKE A PICTURE OF YOURSELF RIGHT NOW. Don't primp, just snap one!
3. Upload it.
4. Tag 5 people to do the same
ZJ919/919, BAe Typhoon FGR-4 (CN BS010/064) of 6 Squadon Royal Air Force approaches runway 05 at RAF Lossiemouth. The aircraft bears the legend "The McRoberts Fighter - Sir Roderick" in memory of Roderick McRobert killed in action in May 1941 and memorialised together with the deaths of his two brothers by his mother by the purchase of a Shorts Stirling named "McRoberts Reply"
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I sent a tune to Ronnie and got this reply.
(It wasn't a rejection)
However:
Some wag quipped about them using a pirate sword aaarrr >.<
It was like a miracle my teacher actually replied! I was so touched and emotional when I saw my email. This is an incredible moment!!!!
Business Reply Mail Art is my new project where I utilize all the free postage companies give out. Using acrylic paint, markers, pencils, pens and robots I cover the non-postage side with an artwork and send it back to the magazine/business that paid for the postage.
so some @replies to me are not showing up on twitter.com or tweetdeck, but also they are not all showing up in a search for @librarianbyday. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
This street vendor was selling whistles at the carnival. As I took this picture he raised his hand up and said "No No Picture".
I said "Why not?"
He replied " You journalist?"
I answered, "No.....Anyway, why would a journalist take your picture, are you famous?"
"No" came the reply, he looked confused. "Why you take picture"
I said, "Why not?" and walked away.......He carried on selling whistles.
See, she's complimenting Woody on his good taste in asses now!
Cole & Velma - The Hitchin'
Friday July 18, 2008
Siskiyou Wilderness, Del Norte County, CA
Fast replies make me feel like yo actually want to talk to me but Slow replies make me think you're talking to someone better...
Casabianca
Felicia Hemans
The boy stood on the burning deck
Whence all but he had fled;
The flame that lit the battle's wreck
Shone round him o'er the dead.
Yet beautiful and bright he stood,
As born to rule the storm;
A creature of heroic blood,
A proud, though child-like form.
The flames rolled on–he would not go
Without his Father's word;
That father, faint in death below,
His voice no longer heard.
He called aloud–'say, Father, say
If yet my task is done?'
He knew not that the chieftain lay
Unconscious of his son.
'Speak, father!' once again he cried,
'If I may yet be gone!'
And but the booming shots replied,
And fast the flames rolled on.
Upon his brow he felt their breath,
And in his waving hair,
And looked from that lone post of death
In still yet brave despair.
And shouted but once more aloud,
'My father! must I stay?'
While o'er him fast, through sail and shroud,
The wreathing fires made way.
They wrapt the ship in splendour wild,
They caught the flag on high,
And streamed above the gallant child,
Like banners in the sky.
There came a burst of thunder sound–
The boy–oh! where was he?
Ask of the winds that far around
With fragments strewed the sea!–
With mast, and helm, and pennon fair,
That well had borne their part–
But the noblest thing which perished there
Was that young faithful heart.