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Dedicated to Josef Koudelka.

Dedicated to my aunt who recently passed away and the loved ones she left here on earth.

Dedicated to Dom

Dedicated to Cissa S. Larsson (www.flickr.com/photos/cissasoderholmlarsson/) in tribute of her readiness and dedication for a gentle comment

 

- Aire de jeu de couleurs

Dedicated to J.Kunst

Thank you Squinternet Larnia of Donna Flora for sharing your beautiful soul and timeless creations. You will be greatly missed. RIP.

Dedicated to my friend Lise! Best wishes!

 

- Une Quinta Fleur pour l'automne

 

Dédiée à mon amie Lise! Meilleurs vœux!

Dedicated as the Diamond Jubilee Gardens, 1952-2012.

 

"Berwick's town walls are a sequence of defensive structures built around the town of Berwick-upon-Tweed in England.

 

Berwick's town walls were built in the early 14th century under Edward I, following his capture of the city from the Scots. When complete they stretched 2 miles (3.2 km) in length and were 3 feet 4 inches thick and up to 22 feet (6.7 m) high, protected by a number of smaller towers, up to 60 feet (18 m) tall. They were funded by a murage grant in 1313, a tax on particular goods imported into the town. By 1405, however, the walls had fallen into considerable disrepair and were incapable of preventing Henry IV from taking the town with relative ease.

 

Berwick Castle (an earlier structure) lay just outside the medieval wall to the north-west, and was connected to the town by a bridge leading to a gate in the wall.

 

An additional, short-lived, fort was built in 1552 to supplement the walls. By 1560, however, it was concluded that it was impractical to upgrade the existing walls and a new set of town fortifications in an Italian style were constructed instead, destroying much of the earlier medieval stonework. Sir Richard Lee served as Chief Surveyor for these works; he came up with an innovative design, combining ditches and walls backed by substantial earthworks (designed to absorb the force of an artillery attack). The new walls were much smaller in length, enclosing only two thirds of the medieval area, allowing them to include more artillery emplacements and five large stone bastions. The 16th century walls included four gates. In the 18th century most of the remaining parts of the medieval walls were steadily lost.An additional, short-lived, fort was built in 1552 to supplement the walls. By 1560, however, it was concluded that it was impractical to upgrade the existing walls and a new set of town fortifications in an Italian style were constructed instead, destroying much of the earlier medieval stonework. Sir Richard Lee served as Chief Surveyor for these works; he came up with an innovative design, combining ditches and walls backed by substantial earthworks (designed to absorb the force of an artillery attack). The new walls were much smaller in length, enclosing only two thirds of the medieval area, allowing them to include more artillery emplacements and five large stone bastions. The 16th century walls included four gates. In the 18th century most of the remaining parts of the medieval walls were steadily lost.

 

Today the walls are, in the view of archaeologists Oliver Creighton and Robert Higham, "by some measure the best-preserved example of town defences in Britain designed for post-medieval warfare". They are protected as a scheduled monument and a grade I listed building.

 

Berwick-upon-Tweed (/ˌbɛrɪk-/; Scots: Sooth Berwick, Scottish Gaelic: Bearaig a Deas) is a town in the county of Northumberland. It is the northernmost town in England, at the mouth of the River Tweed on the east coast, 2 1⁄2 miles (4 kilometres) south of the Scottish border (the hamlet of Marshall Meadows is the actual northernmost settlement). Berwick is approximately 56 mi (90 km) east-south east of Edinburgh, 65 mi (105 km) north of Newcastle upon Tyne and 345 mi (555 km) north of London.

 

The 2011 United Kingdom census recorded Berwick's population as 12,043. A civil parish and town council were created in 2008 comprising the communities of Berwick, Spittal and Tweedmouth.

 

Berwick was founded as an Anglo-Saxon settlement during the time of the Kingdom of Northumbria, which was annexed by England in the 10th century. The area was for more than 400 years central to historic border wars between the Kingdoms of England and Scotland, and several times possession of Berwick changed hands between the two kingdoms. The last time it changed hands was when Richard of Gloucester retook it for England in 1482. To this day many Berwickers feel a close affinity to Scotland.

 

Berwick remains a traditional market town and also has some notable architectural features, in particular its medieval town walls, its Georgian Town Hall, its Elizabethan ramparts, and Britain's earliest barracks buildings, which Nicholas Hawksmoor built (1717–21) for the Board of Ordnance." - info from Wikipedia.

 

Summer 2019 I did a solo cycling tour across Europe through 12 countries over the course of 3 months. I began my adventure in Edinburgh, Scotland and finished in Florence, Italy cycling 8,816 km. During my trip I took 47,000 photos.

 

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Taken on a boat to Venice, Italy

 

Dedicated to Bonnie Shulman

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Venice (Italian: Venezia [veˈnɛttsja] ( listen), Venetian: Venesia) is a city in northern Italy known both for tourism and for industry, and is the capital of the region Veneto, with a population of about 272,000 (census estimate 1 January 2004). Together with Padua, the city is included in the Padua-Venice Metropolitan Area (population 1,600,000).

The name is derived from the ancient tribe of Veneti that inhabited the region in Roman times.[1][2] The city historically was the capital of an independent city-state. Venice has been known as the "La Dominante", "Serenissima", "Queen of the Adriatic", "City of Water", "City of Masks", "City of Bridges", "The Floating City", and "City of Canals". Luigi Barzini, writing in The New York Times, described it as "undoubtedly the most beautiful city built by man".[3] Venice has also been described by the Times Online as being one of Europe's most romantic cities.[4]

The city stretches across 117 small islands in the marshy Venetian Lagoon along the Adriatic Sea in northeast Italy. The saltwater lagoon stretches along the shoreline between the mouths of the Po (south) and the Piave (north) Rivers. The population estimate of 272,000 inhabitants includes the population of the whole Comune of Venezia; around 60,000[5] in the historic city of Venice (Centro storico); 176,000 in Terraferma (the Mainland), mostly in the large frazioni of Mestre and Marghera; and 31,000 live on other islands in the lagoon.

The Republic of Venice was a major maritime power during the Middle Ages and Renaissance, and a staging area for the Crusades and the Battle of Lepanto, as well as a very important center of commerce (especially silk, grain and spice trade) and art in the 13th century up to the end of the 17th century. This made Venice a wealthy city throughout most of its history.[6] It is also known for its several important artistic movements, especially the Renaissance period. Venice has played an important role in the history of symphonic and operatic music, and it is the birthplace of Antonio Vivaldi.

   

Dedicated to Tommy Forbes

dedicated to my Friend Umer Saleem

  

Lake Saiful Muluk (Urdu: سیف الملوک )is a lake located at the northern end of the Kaghan Valley ( [show location on an interactive map] 34°52′37.34″N, 73°41′37.71″E) near Naran. It is in the north east of Mansehra district of North West Frontier Province, Pakistan. At an altitude of 3,224 m (10,578 feet) above sea level it is amongst one of the highest lakes in Pakistan.

 

The lake is accessible by a 14 km jeep road from Naran (which is accessible by a metalled road from Mansehra via Balakot and Kaghan) during the summer months. On foot, the trek from Naran to the lake takes about 4-6 hours. The water is clear with a slight green tone. The clarity of the water comes from the multiple glaciers all around the high basin feeding the lake which provides a good scenery. Malka Parbat that is shining in the lake is the biggest source. It is speculated that an underground river empties into the lake; which is why its depth is unknown.[citation needed]

 

A fairy tale called Saiful Muluk, written by the famous sufi poet Mian Muhammad Bakhsh, is associated with the lake, which discuss a prince who fell in love with a fairy princess. The impact of the lake beauty is of such extent that people believe that fairies come down to lake in full moon.

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saiful_Muluk

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Please do not use, copy or edit any of my materials without my written permission. If you want to use this or any other image, please contact me first.

 

Thanks for the visit!

You could be happy

 

Galleries! Flowers)

 

[Dedicated to CRA (ILYWAMHASAM)]

 

Happy Weekend To All Our Friends

 

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dedicated of course to grandma Eleanor, in honor of her Plantagenet origins (or so I believe)!

 

- Un Les soucis nommé Eleanor...

 

dédié bien sûr à la grand-mère Eleanor, en l'honneur de ses origines des Plantagenêt (ou du moins telle est ma croyance)!

Dedicated to roe rempleo who's mother joined our creator.

Dedicated to all my flickr friends!

 

This is the leaf of the Greek cyclamen (Cyclamen graecum).

It feels and looks like velvet and has wonderful patterns, don't you think?

 

My way to thank her for her so kind comments. A long story though! Grandma Eleanor carries the name of a great figure in English history, that of Eleanor of Aquitaine, spouse to King Henry II of the House of Plantagenet. Please refer to the specifics in the comment box...

 

-Dédiée à grandmaman Eleanor.

 

Ma façon de la remercier pour ses commentaires si aimables. Une bien longue histoire! Grand-mère Eleanor porte le nom d'une grande figure de l'histoire Anglaise, celui d'Aliénor d'Aquitaine, épouse du roi Henri II de la famille des Plantagenêt. S'il vous plaît se référer aux détails dans la boîte de commentaire ...

Dedicated to late Shakti Chattopadhyay..

 

."eto kalo mekhechi du-hate

eto kaal dhore

kokhono tomar kore, tomake bhabini"

With Martina Merlini, Moneyless, Ozmo, Tellas, Andreco and Never 2501. Organized by 999contemporary

Dedicated to our dear friend Paul. Wishing Paul a quick recover!

Dedicated to all you, my friends and contacts of Flickr. Very grateful for your friendship and for all the visits to my Gallery.

I wish you a Happy and Healthy 2012.

With a lot of "Photo pleasures". Big hugs.

 

This photo was nominated in a photocontest in 2009 of National Geographic.

Copyright by Marion Olde Scheper.

Gone too soon! These incredibly talented and generous people have lost their battles with cancer. I am sure you could add more Flickr friends to this list. But these are one I knew and loved:

Lisa April 28, 2010

Gigi April 17, 2010

Nacho February 16, 2010

Glenn November 10,2009

 

The Mamas&the Papas sang this:

While I'm far away from you my baby

I know it's hard for you my baby

Because it's hard for me my baby

And the darkest hour is just before dawn

Each night before you go to bed my baby

Whisper a little prayer for me my baby

And tell all the stars above

This is dedicated to the one I love

Life can never be exactly like we want it to be

I can be satisfied just knowing that you love me

There's one thing I want you to do especially for me

And it's something that everybody needs

Each night before you go to bed my baby

Whisper a little prayer for me my baby

And tell all the stars above

This is dedicated to the one I love

Listen and have a look at their photos.

Capoliveri (LI), isola d'Elba, Italia. 2011

Dedicated to Regi...Kisses!!!

 

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I went to a concert by LENINE, an amazing brazilian singer. It took place in El Grec, in Barcelona. It was full of brazilians. You brazilians have a great country, culture, music and people. This is a guitar player from Lenine's band. The lighting was great. The background is a big rock of the Montjuit Mountain. In a couple of days a will post a picture of LENINE. His song PACIENCIA is one of the best balads that I have ever heard. Please enjoy it with me. www.youtube.com/watch?v=vnuJ_x6FSwY

DEDICATED TO MY WIFE THERESA JANE BROWN WHO IS IN SPAIN ON BEHALF OF THE ROYAL ACADEMY OF DANCE AS A CLASSICAL BALLET EXAMINER (from May 5 until June 9, 2019).

 

Tushar and me at home.

Taken on May 11, 2019.

 

Thanassis Fournarakos - Θανάσης Φουρναράκος

Professional Photographer, Athens, Greece

(retired in 2011, born in 1946).

 

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WINDING TENDRILS…

 

Specially dedicated to all my flickr friends.

 

www.youtube.com/watch?v=1p_ebSseEq8

Yiruma -River Flows In You

 

Ever since I’ve joined in flickr, starting from 19 October 2009, until today…All of you have been such a wonderful friends to me…

Sincerely from my heart, I really treasure and appreciate the friendship built.

 

HOPE AND WISH THE PATH IN 2010 WOULD BE MUCH BETTER AND EASIER FOR ALL OF US TO GO THROUGH, WITH LESS COMPLEXITY, WITH GREAT HEALTH, SUCCESS AND WEALTH, INSYAALLAH…

 

Appreciating and Thank You very much for your time, visits, supportive, inspirational and encouragement comments in Y2009 on my Photostream. You inspired me at all momment.

You made it happened.

 

Welcoming a Happy Y2010...

 

HAPPY NEW YEAR, FRIENDS..

ALL THE BEST TO YOU &

MAY GOD BLESS YOU.

 

P/S : It may not be a superb shot, but it’s for all of you and truly hope you’ll like it.

   

Dedicated to Sri. Balakrishnan Valappil

 

HAPPY X' MAS TO ALL

Dedicated to NASA's Marshall Space Flight Center

Dedicated to my special friend Ultraviolet. My advice for you is to go on her flickr and admire her great photos.

 

This special flower Carla, is all for you.

 

Miss you.

Have a nice journey!

 

It has all been said before.

 

This picture is of a monument dedicated to William Cooper, who in his lifetime achieved much. Please see his Wiki page, try typing in William Cooper Australian, and in contrast here is a link to a national Australian education page adb.anu.edu.au/biography/cooper-william-5773 . Interesting reading when doing a critical comparison, and one of many stimuli for this dairy entry.

 

(Musings from my diary.)

 

Despite my office 365-word processor giving me 100% editorial rating after correcting this writing, l recorrected my diary entry, so that it scores lower. I recorrected my dairy entry after rereading it, so it was more accurate. l think office 365-word is incredible, and l will admit that it did help me, but l needed to write my observations as untainted as possible… If that is at all achievable. This is not an argumentative essay, and office 365 had me talking in absolutes, defining a majority when I was discussing the influence of a minority over the majority. A personal consideration of current day hypocrisy and war.

Well, it is my diary!

Why is it so important to be apolitical when reporting on politics?

Personally, l feel that if a person reads the above question and does not know, they might have missed critically observing the last ten or so years of social division, and extremism, from both the right and left. Extremism that has cost lives and revealed ugly truths. I think as an Australian looking from geographical isolation at the world, everything might be a lot easier while viewing it all at a distance, and with hindsight. It leaves me a bit ignorant, but l think that helps with my objectivity.

Why did it happen? The causation was like a hydra, with multiple self-replicating heads, and it was like watching a social media battle between school children who had never been hurt in the real world. Not the type of hurt that you get when you metaphorically fall, skin your knee, and get back up, but the type you get when you enter a fight, get brutalised, and lose. Bones and tissue crushed by an opponent driven by a hatred so strong that they would injure you, another human being. Was it caused by people who had never learned that to enter a fight is to risk everything? That to fight is a last resort? This lack of political and social experience cost some their friends, loved ones, and others, members of their families. But it raised in me a question. Despite the efforts of the well-meaning, what did they achieve?

America the crucible for everything, descended into something that some would call near anarchy. Some on the left assumed both fascist and anarchist tendencies that go back to the 1930s, all the while not reading the social and political history of pre-World War Two Germany. That would have been militaristic and did not serve the narrative. A narrative produced to generate a political outcome. Could they have committed the errors of the past if they had read it? Given to wide a birth, media extremists influenced millions with emotive prompting. On the other hand, some on the right looking for relief from the relentless onslaught, sold out. Losing patience, self-fortitude, and political integrity. They reduced the work of their group’s past into a parody. Debasing the history of men and woman who had really made a positive impact. Like two spoilt children in the new education system, no one could suggest or admit that they had done wrong, while the media produced single sided political narratives, but in general did not report.

Political moderates and swinging voters pondered when it would end, while living in perpetual despair. Watching a school yard fight that had descended into a riot, one that involved the media as a cheer squad for two opposing sides. The radicalized media would not allow moderates to be objective, you had to be either a right-wing neo fascist or a left-wing neo fascist, with the spectre of your personal anarchy to drive your decision. You had to take a side. The mainstream media had descended into a form of politically opportunistic rhetoric, as if it had learnt the lessons of the sixties, but this time, it was not a foreign war, it was a form of civil war at home. One thankfully that lacked major armed war fare. Thankfully, the military were not involved. All credit due, but it left western law prostrate. The law could not be consensually blind. It was not a peaceful protest, people did not thread flowers down barrels of guns pointed at them in acts of peace, and monks did not self-immolate, producing images that moved millions to peace. Some asking for peace and equality, did the opposite, mostly peaceful protestors tried to immolate others. They tried repeatedly to incinerate living humans. It was shocking. The sixties saw the west implement peaceful protest, and we all saw how effective it was at causing change, but in the last decade those that referenced the sixties insighted indirectly by narrative omission the used Molotov cocktails and violence. Peaceful protest is notoriously difficult to combat, as the law was and is hamstrung with misdemeanours, aided by the images of people not harming others. But this new form of western protest differed. Who needs a little naked burnt Vietnamese girl running down the road to achieve peace, when you can try to incinerate a people, to force for peace? Simultaneously, the right with extraordinarily little representation outside of the lumbering behemoth of Fox, surrendered to social media, a place where the Kardashians once ruled. Quite a historical event. History was made, if you realise that one of the reasons for the development of the internet, was as a military defence system. One designed and built to defend communications, if all else failed. It was a war in which both sides lost, but extremism gained power. Media integrity on both sides was and is running ragged, with no one prepared to fly their flags at half-mast, to mourn the distress of western communications. Distress caused by the media’s dissemination of radicalized neo right-wing and neo left-wing politically biased narratives. Narratives enforced by wilful omissions of blatant historical truths and current day conduct.

The result was that America regardless of political persuasion had failed to successfully defend the constitution, not the second amendment, but the principle of the constitution. It was America’s greatest failing over the last ten years, but they were not alone in this failure. With the use of the internet and the world media, the world failed to defend the principle of a document that 620,000 lost their lives for, and it destabilized the world. A document that was purported by some in the world media as an antiquated inadequate document, neglecting the principle that all men are equal before the law, but not created equal. This consideration made me reflect heavily on me experience of university. The adage was, “…That the best you can do, is stand on the shoulders of giants….” And I wondered how a person could neglect the work and sacrifice of those that had built humanity. Institutions promoted as being pacifist and educated, institutions built to serve everyone, now indirectly instigated violence. In this new form of civil war, where was Hans Blix to say no weapons of mass destruction are to be found? Was this modern achievement, achieved by children, now adults, whose parents had lied to them? Where these the children that had been told they could do anything, or become anyone? It raised in me the rhetorical questions, did the neo right, and neo left media, use a military grade apparatus to wage a war? And had everyone forgot that the pen is mightier than the sword, and thus just as dangerous?

History education starts at school, and I personally had experienced the new education system as a stepfather here in Australia. When it comes to educating children, the new system that fails no one, has become a system that has already failed. How can you learn history, and think critically, if you cannot read? I considered the potential political motives for the instigation of an education system that does not indiscriminately educate, but selectively indoctrinates. I thought that it was an effective tool for maintaining power. It is something l heard about the church. Someone had told me that the church had only allowed priests to read the bible in Latin. It is said that this practice allowed those in positions of power to quote verse, and interpret codes of conduct, for those under them. It kept those who could not read Latin ignorant. This is an activity, that has now been banned by the church. It appears that the new education system has now adopted a similar practice. As a result, the education system, now has a new ignorant flock to shepherd. What happens when the history channel algorithms or sponsored feeds, have turned into a political shill? Yes, even history, is not apolitical. I think someone, somewhere, had read the adage, that “…those that win the war, write the history…” Ironically, someone was ignorant enough, not to know that it was not a term of endearment, nor did this fact entitle the writer a position of everlasting power. Ironically, people postured one position, and then did the reverse. Some in the media left and right, assumed what some would call, a militaristic imperialistic mode, using their viewers, fans, and their audience as cannon fodder. Driving them with politically vested rhetoric and association, to achieve a political end. Both sides looked for someone to blame other than themselves, or looked for someone other than themselves to pay.

Fascists once did this, now neo liberals and neo conservatives in the media looked for a group to classify as mentally deficient or ill. The mob had to become the populous, classifying the opposition as inferior. Someone to other, someone internally to blame for all the world’s problems. The language from both sides was remarkably familiar. It had all happened before. But on the media chanted like zealots, willingly oblivious to history like a petulant child, and it resulted in deaths. Instead of reporting, the media sold themselves to become a self-pontified populist political cheer squad of indoctrination. In this communications war, some in the media’s right, and some in the media’s left, had surrendered to a form of self-serving political prostitution. It produced 1930s like self-cannibalism. The radicalized political media’s appetite to feed their opposing mob’s zest, could not be quenched. They ate their own, seeing who could jeer the loudest, while destroying the integrity of all the institutions that surrounded them. Neo right, and neo left, used 1930s fascist language and influence, while relying on others to apply anarchy as the vector for change, thus negating any personal responsibility for death and violence.

I think back, and to be honest, what the west in the majority lacked, was apolitical reporting. The result over the last ten years, was that we had all lost. In a political war of words where the media became the protagonists, the west did not just sacrifice its integrity and dignity, the west surrendered lives.

   

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Well it's that time of year again for summer vacations and summer jobs. I will be off and on as I am working up in the Sequoias again this summer. I had such a great time last year that I just had to do it again this year. I wish all of you an awesome summer and that you all get that perfect shot! Happy shuttering Wendie;)

I hope you have a wonderful holiday and enjoy the New Year!! And thank you so much for all of your kind comments, invites and your inspiring photography. But most of all, thank you for your friendship! :)

Dedicated to respect the initiative, resourcefulness and persistence of the cowhands of the open range era, and to honor the ranchers of those early days

 

Sculpture by Rich Roenisch

Bar U Ranch

dedicated to Ruby with good wishes and honor

Dedicated to the memory of my wonderful father who passed away 27th December 2008.

tintin23, a great photographer who wrote my first testimonial

 

Thanks a lot!

dedicated to one of the greatest artists ever:

Jan Vermeer (1632 - 1675)

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