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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.
REGIONE UMBRIA
The towns featured here, Norcia and Castelluccio, suffered a major earthquake on 30 October 2016. It was heartbreaking to learn that the damage to both was extensive, and unfortunately their appearance today is rather different from what is seen in these photographs. Though thankfully there was a limited number of victims, there are still tens of thousands of displaced families and I would like to pay tribute to the amazing work of the Emergency Services and the Italian Red Cross. I would also like to invite all of those who, like me, have enjoyed the cultural and natural wonders of Italy to also take this opportunity to give something back, and make a donation to the Italian Red Cross on www.cri.it/terremoto-centro-italia
Thank you for your generosity.
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.
of generosity and of goodness. It illuminates the picture window of the soul, and we look out upon the world's busy life and become more interested in people than in things.
Thomas S. Monson
"The Americana at Brand" Glendale. California.
In addition to Americana at Brand's upscale shops, restaurants and movie theater, the outdoor mall features Waters of Americana, an animated fountain by WET. The musical fountain, located in the central landscaped park, performs every hour, though a non-musical program runs between shows. A gold-leaf statue, chosen by developer Rick Caruso, rises from the center of the fountain's smaller pool. The statue is a replica of Donald De Lue's 1949 Spirit of American Youth sculpture in France, a memorial to Americans who fought at Normandy in World War II. The statue also serves as the icon for The Americana at Brand.
See the 100-foot Christmas Tree, dancing fountains, holiday melodies and snowfall nightly this holiday season.
An internal transit system uses an electric-powered trolley car (built by the Gomaco Trolley Company) to shuttle visitors through the main square and around the perimeter of the complex.
"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!
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Hi guys,
I hope you`ll like this set of pics.
During my vacation in Las Vegas a very nice and generous guy at the casino asked me if I would visit him at his hotel suite for a private photo shoot.
As a professional hostess I`m used to accompany men to their hotel room.
That`s nothing unusual.
With over six years of experience in this job I´m able to realize the most exclusive desires of the customers to their fullest satisfaction.
To avoid any missunderstanding: As a hostess I do not fulfill any sexual desires ! For this, other ladies are responsible !
So I naturally agreed , but under the condition first to change my clothes according to this occasion.
He liked this idea and agreed to it.
I left the casino and went to my hotel room.
I chose my latest "Agent Provocateur" outfit and a perfume with a beguilingly sensuous fragrance-from head to toe.
I decided to put on only a short jacket, took my handbag and made my way through the lobby of his hotel to the elevators.
I could feel the guys staring at me.
He opened his door on the first knock.
"You really chose a perfect outfit, Jenna."
"Come in...."
We had a fantastic afternoon.
It was very exciting for me to present my charms in front of this special stranger although I did it several times before.
This image is protected by copyright. Don`t use it without my permission.
Jenna Rogers
XOXO Jenna
“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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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.
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.
This is a view of the kitchen at Gurdwara Bangla Sahib, a Sikh house of worship, in Delhi, India.
Run entirely by volunteers, as an act of astounding generosity and charity, this Gurdwara serves free meals to anyone who wants them, 24 hours a day, 365 days a year. The kitchen, or "langar", here feeds between 30,000 to 40,000 people daily and over 100,000 people during religious holidays.
"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!
Click "L" for a larger view.
"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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Treecreeper with a beakful of crane flies for its young, the example of a devoted parent. Great to have a close view of this fantastic bird.
Our Daily Challenge: THANK YOU, THANK YOU, TOM BROWN! Thank you for creating your image in response to today's challenge of movement. It was so creative and inspiring. Thank you for generously pointing me to the Gavin Huey YouTube video that explains how to do this. And a big "thank you" to my Tom who willingly played along with me in creating this image and helped with the clean up of the immense mess :) I had so much fun creating this image. It is not perfect, but it has opened up new doors of creativity for me, and that, my friends, is why I love participating in the daily challenge.
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A Kristal - Mr. TRONA collaboration
I'm very pleased to post some even preliminary results of a collaboration with the very generous, very cool and talented Kristal -- www.flickr.com/photos/kristyk/.
Her shots were grabbed in New Mexico & mine in Maryland. These few posts were almost randomly chosen and are low res, quickly edited versions of, in some cases, wonderful images. Appropriately, I'll be posting versions of these, our first CPP shots, that more closely reflect the unique character and beautiful style of some of our works thus far.
For now, thank you for taking a look. ^_^
This is a very funky edit, as you can see! Long week! ;-)
(THANKS again, Kristy! =).
OK. And now for something completely… similar….. to the description added to all my CPP posts:
CPP was first conceived of as a sort of abstraction a Surrealist game (known as "EXQUISITE CORPSE") while driving the lonely stretches of the 95 through the old American South (rural Georgia) in the spring of 1994. The project languished, a bit, for a while, but has been conferred new life due my ability to connect with other kind, creative souls here on Flickr! ^_^
I can't locate my formal description of the project, but I'll try to succinctly state its simplicity:
With E.C., partipants divide a piece of a paper into thirds or quaters, choosing, for instance, the human form. Each participant chooses a section of the form to complete, covering their work, leaving only lines to give the next player a starting point for the next section of the piece. The result can be something quite surprising and, sometimes even good! ;)
I chose to use double exposure photographs. The CPP images have mostly been produced directly in the camera (35mm). With no fixed form in mind, participants grab an image to be integrated with the photograph of another in the camera, and hopefully the result is just as surprising and, even good!
I'm interested in refining the method to CPP madness, and look forward to discussing this with current and future collaborators.
Please feel free to Flickr-mail me with any comments, questions, etc., and thank you for taking a look.
Bagan 2 Light low key Photography Workshop
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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.
No limitation, Any Amount and your encouraging comments are welcome.
Crowd funding contribution can be simply direct to my PayPal account if you really appreciate and wish my forthcoming photography project to come alive.
Please PayPal your wish amount to : men4r@yahoo.com
Email me or public comments below your contribution amount for good records with your comments and at final day, at random, I shall sent out my well taken care canon 6D with full box n accessory during random draw to one thankful contributor as my token of appreciation.
Now, I cordially invite and look forward with eagerness a strong pool of unity zealous participants in this fundermental ideology yet sustainable crowd fund raising task.
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 .
Honestly, with aspiration and hope, I appeal to urge on this media for a strong humanity mandate through good faith of sharing and giving generously on this particular crowd funding excercise to achieve my desire n is not just purely a dread dream , is also flickers first starter own crowds funding strength turning impossible into reality through this pratical raising method that I confidently trust it will turn fruitful from all your small effort participation, every single persistency will result consolidating piling up every little tiny bricks into an ultimate huge strong living castle.
In reality, I have trust and never look down on every single peny efforts that been contributed as helpful means, turning unrealistic dream alive is the goal in crowd funding excercise, No reason any single amount is regard to be too small when the strength of all individual wish gather to fulfill my little desire to make exist and keep alive. .
I sincerely look forward each and every participants who think alike crowds funding methodlogy works here no matter who come forwards with regardless any capital amount input be big or small , please help gather and pool raise my objective target amount as close to USD$10K or either acquisition from donation item list below:
1- ideally a high mega pixel Canon 5DS ( can be either new or use ok)
2- Canon 70-200mm F2.8 L IS lens ( can be either new or use ok)
Last but not least, a photography journey of life time for a trip to explore South Island of New Zealand and Africa.
.
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.
During the course, I also welcome sponsor's to provide daily lodging/accommodation, car rental/transportation, Fox Glacier helicopter ride and other logistic funding expenses, provide photographic camera equipments or related accessories .
Kindly forward all sponsors request terms of condition n collaboration details for discussion soon.
Great Ocean Drive- the 12 Apostle's
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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!
Click on the "L" to enlarge the image if you wish.
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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!
Pulsa "L" para ampliar la imagen si lo deseas.
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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As a way of returning the extraordinary generosity and support you
have all shown me in this great community, whenever I upload a new
pic or series of shots this year, I'll provide a link to another flickr
photog whose work, personality, or spirit I feel you should discover.
Visit and introduce yourself. Make a friend. Share the love.
Open your eyes to honeyisland today.
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!
[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
Cock fighting - The Fatal Kick
Be the first to kick start your generous support and fund my production with more amazing images!
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.
No limitation, Any Amount and your encouraging comments are welcome.
Crowd funding contribution can be simply direct to my PayPal account if you really appreciate and wish my forthcoming photography project to come alive.
Please PayPal your wish amount to : men4r@yahoo.com
Email me or public comments below your contribution amount for good records with your comments and at final day, at random, I shall sent out my well taken care canon 6D with full box n accessory during random draw to one thankful contributor as my token of appreciation.
Now, I cordially invite and look forward with eagerness a strong pool of unity zealous participants in this fundermental ideology yet sustainable crowd fund raising task.
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 .
Honestly, with aspiration and hope, I appeal to urge on this media for a strong humanity mandate through good faith of sharing and giving generously on this particular crowd funding excercise to achieve my desire n is not just purely a dread dream , is also flickers first starter own crowds funding strength turning impossible into reality through this pratical raising method that I confidently trust it will turn fruitful from all your small effort participation, every single persistency will result consolidating piling up every little tiny bricks into an ultimate huge strong living castle.
In reality, I have trust and never look down on every single peny efforts that been contributed as helpful means, turning unrealistic dream alive is the goal in crowd funding excercise, No reason any single amount is regard to be too small when the strength of all individual wish gather to fulfill my little desire to make exist and keep alive. .
I sincerely look forward each and every participants who think alike crowds funding methodlogy works here no matter who come forwards with regardless any capital amount input be big or small , please help gather and pool raise my objective target amount as close to USD$10K or either acquisition from donation item list below:
1- ideally a high mega pixel Canon 5DS ( can be either new or use ok)
2- Canon 70-200mm F2.8 L IS lens ( can be either new or use ok)
Last but not least, a photography journey of life time for a trip to explore South Island of New Zealand and Africa.
.
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.
During the course, I also welcome sponsor's to provide daily lodging/accommodation, car rental/transportation, Fox Glacier helicopter ride and other logistic funding expenses, provide photographic camera equipments or related accessories .
Kindly forward all sponsors request terms of condition n collaboration details for discussion soon.
Great Ocean Drive- the 12 Apostle's
Please Click Auto Slide show for ultimate viewing pleasure in Super Large Display .to enjoy my photostream . ..
Due to copyright issue, I cannot afford to offer any free image request. Pls kindly consult my sole permission to purchase n use any of my images.You can email me at : men4r@yahoo.com.
Don't use this image on Websites/Blog or any other media
without my explicit permission.
For Business, You can find me here at linkedin..
Follow me on www.facebook.com here
I've had so many generous people give me old film cameras, I haven't had the chance to try them all. By chance I pulled this one off the shelf and loaded a roll of film into it and man do I love this little thing. Old Miranda camera (1959), a company that went out of business long ago but the cameras they put out were ahead of their time.
Miranda S | Soligor 35mm f2.8 | Ultrafine bulk loaded
Instagram: @markberquist
The ospreys on Tigertail Beach are new to the nest and are probably first timers. The male is not generous when it comes to feeding the female. Usually he eats most of the fish and brings a third or less for his mate. Here he has passed her the whole fish, probably because it's too small for him to bother with. On one occasion she got so fed-up with waiting for him to stop eating, she just left to catch her own fish. The male had to bring his meal to the nest while she was away. Hopefully he'll improve when the eggs hatch!