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Sun reflecting through fog.
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Inspiring sun rays shine down from dome of St. Peter’s Basilica in Rome. Visit our online collection to view more photographs in our Rome Gallery
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This image was taken @ Port Willunga at the remains of the old jetty. On a recent journey back to Port Willunga recently, I’d noticed that many of these posts had been burnt. A fun stunt at the time I suppose :( Best viewed on a black background. Images from Australia / Architecture / Images from Japan / Sunsets / Water Scenes
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Sunrise over Signal Hill, Newfoundland. The first spot in Canada to see the beautiful morning dawn. / / Visit my website On The Rock Photography / /
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Westfield – Nov 2007 – I’m not sure if it’s British or Dutch, it gives me that old pub feel.
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Abstract sun shape on old barn in Johnson City, Texas.
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Another emergency stop shot, driving through Doncaster today and spotted this new building, i was immediately drawn to the stairs in the windows and had to get a couple of shots, i love the reflections in the glass, it was raining on one half of the carpark and sunny on the other, very strange weather today!
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Painted from the terrace of a rented apartment in the tiny village of El Golco. In Andalucia, Southern Spain. / The Moorish architecture, with characteristic domes and ‘godfather’ chimneys. This was my first attempt at ‘en plein air’ painting. / The second of two paintings, I did in El golco. (As I further appraised this, after uploading today, it seems more abstract. Although I didn’t intend that, at the time!) June 2007. / Watercolour, 11” x 8” on rough paper.
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Sunrise over Fes, Morocco. Adhan (Athaan) is the Islamic call to prayer, recited by the muezzin. The root of the word is ʼḏn “to permit”, and another derivative of this word is uḏun, meaning “ear.” This is the minaret of Kairouyine mosque in Fes. The university which is attached, was founded in 859AD and ‘is considered the oldest continuously operating institution of higher learning in the world by the Guinness Book of World Records.’ (Care of Wikipedia) / Adhan I
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~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * / In Memory of my sister, Kyelcie Dawn Yates , 100% of all proceeds from the sale of this piece, and all of my art on RedBubble, will be donated to my charity of choice – The Dream Factory. / * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ There are three bridges that cross the Ohio River, connecting Kentucky and Indiana, in Louisville, KY. One of which is the train bridge shown here. I traipsed across the river one afternoon just before sunset and captured this image from the Indiana side of the river at just the right moment to have the red and orange glow of the sunset radiate throughout the photo. I had no idea that a train would be crossing right at that time, but it certainly made for a nice addition! One of TOP TEN images in the / Scenic Views of Our Heartland Challenge This image is also available on a mousepad… / (click mousepad for details) * Also makes a great “welcome home” or “bon voyage” card… / / If you like this image, you might also enjoy: The Dawn of Saint Therese Tall Buildings Mountains: A Bird’s Eye View —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-— / Taken with my FujiFilm FinePix S5100 digital camera. Please visit my GALLERY PAGE Thanks for looking! / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-— /
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Copyright © Helen Chierego / This image is protected by copyright law and is not to be used without express written permission from the copyright holder. / Images may not be copied, reproduced, altered or used for any advertising, displays, any other web sites or for any business or promotional purpose or any other way (whole or in part) without prior written approval of the copyright holder. / All Rights Reserved The Sun Theatre, Yarraville, Victoria Australia. / An icon ot the western suburbss of Melbourne. I enjoyed many films during my childhood in this art deco building. Glad to see it enjoying a revival. / / SUN PICTURE THEATRE For Yvonne, Michelle and Margot / The world is revolving faster these days / How did it happen that twenty-four hours / Now seem like eighteen…or less? Back then / The Sun sign flickered day and night / Above the picture theatre, when we jumped / Off the Spotswood bus at Yarraville Station, / To ride the railway gates with the men / And boys, while the women stood back / They swung open like welcoming arms / Scooping us into the land of reel to reel Streamers propelled by light. In the Art Deco / Building with a half sun on top, glowing / Like an icon or cross on a church / Rising up over the sugar refinery, docks / And our real lives we never thought about / While we were in Hollywood, America / The good old U S of A in Australia singing God Save the Queen, while we stood head / To shoulder with women and men dressed in suits / And the other kids who knew all the words / To an anthem sung into our colonial heads / At school and on TV without needing a script / Or subtitles on the bottom of the screen / With a bouncing ball swooping over lyrics. At the matinee we sighed when the lights were dimmed / Slipping down into our seats and out of our bodies / Onto the screen where film goddesses always ended up / With impossible heroes we read about on Fantales wrappers / While we crunched through to chocolate inside vermillion / Jaffas and licked wafered vanilla icecreams. Chilled when the lights went out once upon a time / And the curtains opened to Alfred Hitchcock’s Psycho / Mother told me to cover my eyes while / She held my ears and screamed so loudly / A rush of shivers snap froze the audience / To their seats. Black and white or / Technicolor…she liked a good murder. While her daughters plagiarised musicals / To re-enact on the front verandah for kids / Who lived on the Avenue. Costumes, makeup, / Some lousy script of song and dance everyone / Sat through and wanted more of every Saturday / After Mum had said: ‘Let’s go to the flicks’ / And we came home from that dreaming place Where the Sun is now derelict and only lights / Up for vandals, who make fires in the dress / Circle, front and back stalls, turning the floors / And ceiling into charcoal as delicate as Violet Crumble. Copyright Helen Chierego. (Note: I wrote this poem long before the revival of the theatre when the interior was still a burnt out ruin.) / / /
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Copyright 2008-2009 © Helen Chierego / This image is protected by copyright law and is not to be used without express written permission from the copyright holder. / Images may not be copied, reproduced, altered or used for any advertising, displays, any other web sites or for any business or promotional purpose or any other way (whole or in part) without prior written approval of the copyright holder. / All Rights Reserved An icon ot the western suburbs of Melbourne. I enjoyed many films during my childhood in this art deco building. Glad to see it enjoying a revival. / CLICK ON T-SHIRT / / SUN PICTURE THEATRE For Yvonne, Michelle and Margot / The world is revolving faster these days / How did it happen that twenty-four hours / Now seem like eighteen…or less? Back then / The Sun sign flickered day and night / Above the picture theatre, when we jumped / Off the Spotswood bus at Yarraville Station, / To ride the railway gates with the men / And boys, while the women stood back / They swung open like welcoming arms / Scooping us into the land of reel to reel Streamers propelled by light. In the Art Deco / Building with a half sun on top, glowing / Like an icon or cross on a church / Rising up over the sugar refinery, docks / And our real lives we never thought about / While we were in Hollywood, America / The good old U S of A in Australia singing God Save the Queen, while we stood head / To shoulder with women and men dressed in suits / And the other kids who knew all the words / To an anthem sung into our colonial heads / At school and on TV without needing a script / Or subtitles on the bottom of the screen / With a bouncing ball swooping over lyrics. At the matinee we sighed when the lights were dimmed / Slipping down into our seats and out of our bodies / Onto the screen where film goddesses always ended up / With impossible heroes we read about on Fantales wrappers / While we crunched through to chocolate inside vermillion / Jaffas and licked wafered vanilla icecreams. Chilled when the lights went out once upon a time / And the curtains opened to Alfred Hitchcock’s Psycho / Mother told me to cover my eyes while / She held my ears and screamed so loudly / A rush of shivers snap froze the audience / To their seats. Black and white or / Technicolor…she liked a good murder. While her daughters plagiarised musicals / To re-enact on the front verandah for kids / Who lived on the Avenue. Costumes, makeup, / Some lousy script of song and dance everyone / Sat through and wanted more of every Saturday / After Mum had said: ‘Let’s go to the flicks’ / And we came home from that dreaming place Where the Sun is now derelict and only lights / Up for vandals, who make fires in the dress / Circle, front and back stalls, turning the floors / And ceiling into charcoal as delicate as Violet Crumble. Copyright Helen Chierego. (Note: I wrote this poem long before the revival of the theatre when the interior was still a burnt out ruin.) / / /
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Dubrovnik I
by jez92Birds in Dubrovnik, Croatia
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Featured in the group Nirvana January 16, 2009. Image taken with the Nikon D40x, using the 18-200mm VR Nikkor lens and the cp filter on January 3, 2009. This shot was taken along 689, near Osterburg PA. I used PhotoMatix to create this HDR image. Sweet, Sweet Surrender “Lost and alone on some forgotten highway / Travelled by many remembered by few / Lookin’ for something that I can believe in / Lookin’ for something that I’d like to do with my life There’s nothin’ behind me and nothin’ that ties me / To somethin’ that might have been true yesterday / Tomorrow is open and right now it seems to be more / Than enough to just be there today And I don’t know what the future is holdin’ in store / I don’t know where I’m goin’, I’m not sure where i’ve been / There’s a spirit that guides me, a light that shines for me / My life is worth the livin’, don’t need to see the end Sweet, sweet surrender / Live, live without care / Like a fish in the water / Like a bird in the air” John Denver Sweet Surrender Driving through the countryside Saturday, January 3rd, I deliberately took a wrong turn and passed by this beautiful farm. The words to John Denver’s song, one of my all-time favorites, filled my heart. Click on the link to listen … then come back and visit with me a bit!!!
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This is a photograph that I took over a year ago. I have gone here on many occasions to take photos of this structure but this was taken on a very cloudy day so I liked this one best. I love the design and have played with this image for so long that I’ve decided to just put it up…....................I have very little space left on my computer to add another variation of this LOL
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STREETS OF LONDON /
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A light mist this morning supplied me with this serendipidous shot. Not what I’d planned, but I do like what I was given!!! Same building but different time of day, different angle, and different conditions to Slab Hut No 2 My Bubblesite also shows works in categories. Landscapes Trees Cards EOD Rusty Flowers Architecture Macro CatchAll DM
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There, I turned my back to a beautiful sunset. !
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Sheltering from a blood red sun / within my castle of the night / I fear that morning will never come / and dream of things that bite
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Taken as a 10 shot merge (from me runnig the stairs) at a trainstation (Mjolby – Sweden) waiting for a transfer. Xmas holidays 2008 Canon EOS 400D / Sigma 17-70 / F2.8-4.5 / ISO 100 / f/11 / multiple exp’s / 17mm CS4 for vignetting & levels More works can be found over at DeviantART / and / rdblanche.com
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Last shot of the day in downtown Chicago. As I was returning home, waiting in the subway for my train, there was a man with the most soulful voice singing for tips. Ain’t No Sunshine When She’s Gone originally by Bill Withers is how I wish I could title this image because that was the last song I heard him sing as my train pulled away. I also thought it was interesting that behind the woman sits a child’s shoe even though no one else was around.
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Farmers Quarters close to Bay City Michigan, there are three of these in a row, all abandoned and falling down. Nikon D90 / 18-200 mm VR Lens /
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