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... dedicated to Achim (any motion) and his great stream... the reason for this one is that i miss tigers in your Safari stream ;=))) -
Dedicated in 1926, the Column features a hand-painted spiral frieze that celebrates three historic events: the discovery of the Columbia River by Captain Robert Gray, the end of the Lewis and Clark Expedition, and the arrival of the ship Tonquin. The artwork was created by immigrant artist Attilio Pusterla. 125' Tall.
Photo taken in my garden.
Please do not pay attention to the date of the picture. It is wrong - to give my camera.
[Dedicated to CRA (ILYWAMHASAM)]
Butterfly Macro uploaded for the groups
Macro Wednesday and
[Dedicated to CRA (ILYWAMHASAM)]
GigaSet GS290
ƒ/2.0
3.5 mm
1/33 Sec
ISO 202
Dedicated to the #WhyDidINotReport victims and I am one. As a guy, there is shame and guilt. Years later I forgave that person.
Dedicated to my best friend Carolina www.flickr.com/photos/33546386@N03.
May this flower, king of scents, cheer up your winter days.
Winter in my "Moon" garden
For convenience of maintenance and gardening, I divided my garden into two areas that I called, respectively, The Sun and The Moon, according to their position above the garden and seasonal movement in the sky.
Dedicated to the lunatic on Youtube who freaked out while camping and saw a double rainbow. So what does he do? Videotapes it while frantically screaming "OH MY GOD!!!! WHAT DOES THIS MEAN???????????????????" over and over and over.... and in the infinite wisdom of Youtube, he became an instant sensation and was hired by video camera companies, began his own "double rainbow" t-shirt shop, etc.
So, somebody call me and offer me millions in contracts, please.
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DEDICATED WITH LOVE TO MY MOTHER-IN-LAW ANN IN CAMBRIDGESHIRE, ENGLAND. MERRY CHRISTMAS, MUM!
My bike and me. Taken on December 18, 2018.
Thanassis Fournarakos - Θανάσης Φουρναράκος
Professional Photographer, Athens, Greece
(retired in 2011, born in 1946).
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None of my images may be downloaded, copied, reproduced, manipulated or used on websites, blogs or other media without my explicit written permission. THANK YOU!
This photograph has achieved the following highest awards:
* CONTACT GROUPS - HALL OF FAME
DEDICATED TO MY GOOD FRIENDS YOULA PAPAS AND HER HUSBAND VAGELIS IN LIMNI.
ΑΦΙΕΡΩΜΕΝΗ ΣΤΟΥΣ ΚΑΛΟΥΣ ΜΟΥ ΦΙΛΟΥΣ ΓΙΟΥΛΑ ΠΑΠΑΣ ΚΑΙ ΣΤΟΝ ΣΥΖΥΓΟ ΤΗΣ ΒΑΓΓΕΛΗ ΣΤΗΝ ΛΙΜΝΗ.
LIMNI - ΛΙΜΝΗ (Oct. 26th, 2014).
Limni, on the island of Evia, is a small port, beach and tourist resort, which is beautiful the whole year round. It is located 80 km NW of Chalkida and about 150 km from Athens.
The island of Evia lies along the Eastern coast of Central Greece, and is accessible to the mainland via two bridges, an old wooden bridge and a contemporary suspension bridge. There are also frequent ferries to several parts of the island. It is 175 km long and is the second largest island in Greece, and the third largest in the Eastern Mediterranean.
Taken on the weekend of October 25th-26th, 2014 while my English wife Theresa Jane Brown and I were visiting friends.
Thanassis Fournarakos - Θανασης Φουρναρακος
Professional Photographer, retired.
Athens, Greece
© ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
None of my images may be downloaded, copied, reproduced, manipulated or used on websites, blogs or other media without my explicit written permission. THANK YOU!
This photograph has achieved the following highest awards:
* GALAXY HALL OF FAME
Dedicated to my Sister and her baby to come........."Curly".
My Sis was admitted to the Cleveland Clinic, after complications of little Curly trying to break on through before his time, little "Curly" was named by little" Khloe", Curly's soon to be sister.
My sis is on bedrest until the little Curly appears, could be 3-4 weeks, a bummer for sure.
This Picture depicts the long road ahead but also shows the light at the end of the trail, the bridge is a long one but there is a stadium full of friends and family waiting to cheer!
" Curly's Bridge"
Thanks for Looking! I will catch up with contacts soon, been a busy week!
dedicated to :my best ♥ αмαℓ~
model : my Nephew 7amoodi
taken by :me
edit by :Timide
thaanx huni
mashallha plz
Dedicated to the people of the UAE who are not able to axcess flickr because the phone company blocked it FOR NO GOOD REASON.
i could talk about this forever.. but i think i will let the picture speak for itself.
IT IS A SAD TIME I hope all will be resolved soon.
People of the UAE.. You Are resiliant & WILL FIND a way.
In the mean time you are missed.
"TOGETHER WE STAND, DIVIDED WE FALL"
-Unknown Author
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HONEST
Dedicated to our planet ...
Camera: Nikon D3
Lens: Nikkor 50mm 1.4
Exposure: 0.013 sec (1/80)
Aperture: f/16
Focal Length: 50 mm
ISO Speed: 200
Exposure Bias: 0/6 EV
Flash: Flash fired
Ancora cadrà la pioggia sui tuoi dolci selciati,una pioggia leggera come un alito o un passo.
Ancora la brezza e l'alba,fioriranno leggere come sotto il tuo passo quando tu rientrerai.
Tra fiori e davanzali,i gatti lo sapranno,ci saranno altri giorni ci saranno altre voci
sorriderai da sola..i gatti lo sapranno,udrai parole antiche,parole stanche e vane
come i costumi smessi delle feste di ieri.
Farai gesti anche tu,risponderai parole viso di primavera ,farai gesti anche tu.
i gatti lo sapranno..viso di primavera e la pioggia leggera,l'alba color giacinto
che dilaniano il cuore di chi più non ti spera,sono il triste sorriso che sorridi da sola
ci saranno altri giorni,altre voci e risvegli soffriremo nell'alba
viso di primavera.
[the cats will know -traduz.Italo Calvino,1950,Poesie,Einaudi]
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caerá otra vez la lluvia sobre tus embaldosados dulces,una lluvia ligera como un hálito o un paso.
otra vez la brisa y el alba florecerán ligeras,como bajo tu paso,cuando regresarás.
entre flores y alféizares,los gatos lo sabrán.
habrá otros días,habrá otras voces.sonreirás a solas.los gatos lo sabrán.
oirás palabras antiguas,palabras cansadas y vanas como trajes desechados
de fiestas del pasado.también tú harás gestos.
responderás palabras- rostro de primavera, también tú harás gestos.los gatos lo sabrán rostro de primavera;y la lluvia ligera,el alaba de color jacinto,que laceran el corazón de quien ya no te espera,son la triste sonrisa que sonríes a solas,habrá otros días,otras voces y despertares.sufriremos al alba,rostro de primavera.
[the cats will know]
Dedicated to Slick (406) & Chill '94,
As two complimentary colors are in harmony, I would dare say so are two non-complimentary colors, too. Considering the former, such colors like blue and orange are the success to a Hot Imperial Crushed-Dramatic sunset. When we [rarely] think of the latter, those colors may be nearest their equals; in a sunrise, such as this one depicted, the blues offer a calm start to the unknown and infinite opportunities we get to learn and grow to simply live our lives [another day] that can intimidate us and the magenta's builds upon the blues' abilities to calm the eye but additionally adds excitement to the chill scene--allowing the frame to receive more excitement and for the eye to see and take in more beautiful moments...
Photo captured via Minolta MD W.Rokkor-X 35mm F/2.8 lens. Channeled Scablands section within the Columbia Plateau Region. Inland Northwest. Spokane County, Washington. Early September 2020.
Exposure Time: 1/10 sec. * ISO Speed: ISO-100 * Aperture: F/22 * Bracketing: None * Color Temperature: 6150 K * Color Grading: Fuji Velvia 50
dedicated to Aftab and Amit with love and respect
"baro doya hoy nije nijeke
obhiman o hoy .. ..
koruna to ekmatro t(n)ar samppotti --
trapizer dorite
thappor khete khete talmatal aami
satannor ovigyata jatoi boluk
santos i ekmatro eesto
.. shunbona .... dekhleo hoy ....na kheleo hoy
- jogi to noi
--mon achhe sharir o achhe
achhe thapporo -
tobu
(bidhatar proti angul tule)
aamake manus karoni
- e tomar aksomota
tai bole shoytano noi
- e aamar baro gurukripa "
The day I took this and other images at Winwick was unknowingly the last occasion I met and chatted to Norman Illingworth (age 78 yrs) who very sadly and unexpectingly passed away on Tuesday, 13th December 2022. This was a shock to many people who knew him as he was a regular at Old Alder Lane bridge as well as other locations in the Warrington area. Norman was a smashing guy who I known for many many years, was always up for a good friendly chat with a smile on his face too. His funeral was held on 5th January 2023 at Rainford and was very well attended including at least six photographic friends. My condolences to Pauline (his wife), family and friends, he will be missed for sure. For the record, No 68017 and 68002 pass Winwick in glorious light on 4M27 05.46hrs Mossend Down Yard to Daventry IRR 'intermodal' which Norman would approve, I am sure. Farewell my friend but not to be forgotten. Thursday, 8th December 2022.
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Elizabetha Messina. She has a significant influence in my photography ..
This was taken during a photo session of a Moroccan couple. Here is their story...
dedicated to my fellow vintage neon lovers, something pretty to go to sleep on — or wake up to!
a little after 9 pm, july 8, 2022 — i thought "why not?" didn't even change into real shoes.
This album's name is dedicated to my favourite game of all time Elder Scrolls Online and race of all time, The Argonians (reptile humanoids). There's a story for you to read below about some of them towards the bottom.
What does Ku Vastei mean? Read below
By Lights-the-Way, Mystic of the Mages Guild
It is hard to describe the culture of my people. Often my tongue stumbles as I try to explain, but it is my hope that ink and quill will give me time enough to gather my thoughts. And perhaps, though such writing, I will finally connect the parts of me that now feel so divided; my homeland of Murkmire and my new life within the Mages Guild.
These journals are to become my ku-vastei. And, as I write that, I can think of no better topic to begin with.
Ku-vastei roughly translates to "the catalyst of needed change," though such a direct translation in no way does justice to the original meaning. Another translation could be "that which creates the needed pathway for change to occur" or even "the spark which ignites the flame which must come into being."
Perhaps a more direct analysis should be first presented. Ku-vastei is a noun, a thing or person. Vastei directly translates to change, an important part of my culture. Ku is harder to speak of. It is that which leads to change, though not that which creates change. An important role, as stagnation is a fate worse than death.
Take a boulder which sits atop a cliff, teetering in place. It must fall eventually. The ku-vastei does not push the boulder off the cliff; rather, it picks the pebble which holds the rock in place. And so it falls, not by a push, but by a pathway cleared.
Ku-vastei is revered, just as change itself is revered, for to look back at what was means to stumble as you move forward. Sometimes, a little push in the right direction is all someone needs to remember such wisdom. Other times, they may need to be shoved.
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Naka Desh Tribe
by Emmanubeth Hurrent, the Wayfarers' Society of Wayrest
My guide, Names-the-Orchids, took me deep into the swamp to meet a little-known tribe called the Naka-Desh, or Riverbacks. Few Imperials venture far enough into Black Marsh to meet the People of the River, and the Naka-Desh see little benefit in traveling beyond the boundaries of their Hist's roots. For that reason, most perceive them as a secretive and mysterious tribe. This misconception is made all the more amusing by the Riverbacks' boundless hospitality.
We approached the Riverbacks' territory via ferry boats. Our expedition encountered tribal sentries almost immediately. They floated to the surface of the water like turtles or crocodiles. I was struck by the wideness of their faces, the largeness of their eyes, and the broad webs adorning their forearms and throats. The Hist clearly provided the "right skin" for the locale. Riverback territory is more water than land—a drowned marsh navigable by small rafts, canoes, and little else.
Names-the-Orchids greeted them with a series of low croaks. They cheerfully repeated the sound before lifting themselves onto our boat. Neither of the sentries seemed familiar with Cyrodilic, so our guide had to interpret. She told us that the Riverbacks demanded tribute in the form of a riddle before they would grant passage. I detected no threat behind the demand. It seemed like more of an invitation than an order. I've no talent for wordplay, but I shared a children's riddle about doorknobs that practically every Imperial knows. As soon as Names-the-Orchids translated it, the two sentries clapped their hands. One of them pressed his forehead to mine, croaked twice, then both vanished into the water as suddenly as they appeared.
We spent four days among the Riverbacks—all but one of them on rafts fishing. Riverback fishing resembles traditional fishing in name only. Rather than hook and line, the Naka-Desh use large river fish called osheeja gars. Each osheeja is secured by a strange harness and bridle. When the Argonians find an abundant fishing spot, they release the predatory gars and let them snatch up the fish. As soon as an osheeja bites a fish, the Argonians pull their pets to the side of the boat and claim the fish for themselves. I asked Names-the-Orchids how it works. Apparently, the bridle prevents the gar from swallowing. She assured me that the osheejas are well-cared for, though. Until they grow too old, of course, whereupon they too are eaten.
Our time with the Riverbacks was not without frustration. Of all the Argonians I have met, the Naka-Desh were by far the least curious. Other than riddles, they had no appetite for anything we brought. They refused our food, took no particular interest in our tales, and did not even ask for our names. This disinterest combined with their boundless hospitality made most of the expedition uncomfortable. Names-the-Orchids chided us for thinking kindness demands reciprocity. As always, even these small disappointments teach us valuable lessons.
["the tribe is not currently in the game but in the world of the game"]
Baddesley Clinton is a moated manor house, about 8 miles north-west of Warwick. The house probably originated in the 13th century, when large areas of the Forest of Arden were cleared for farmland.
In 1438 John Brome, Under-Treasurer of England, purchased the manor, which passed to his son, Nicholas Brome, who rebuilt the nearby parish church dedicated to St Michael, as a penance for having murdered the parish priest, a crime reputed to have been committed inside the house. The house from this period was equipped with gun-ports, and possibly a drawbridge over the moat. When Nicholas Brome died in 1517, the house passed to his daughter, who in 1500 had married Sir Edward Ferrers, Sheriff of Warwickshire.
Henry Ferrers (1549–1633), "The Antiquary", who is believed to have built the great hall, made many additions to Baddesley Clinton, including starting the tradition of installing stained glass to represent the family's coat of arms. Such glass survives in many rooms. In the 18th century the great hall was rebuilt in brick and the east range was extended, though with great care to continue the style of the original building.
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Dedicated to DON-GATO my dear friend Toni thats is always so kind and also teachs me so much.