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Showing posts with label england. Show all posts
Showing posts with label england. Show all posts
A picture I recently took in London, UK. I love the fact that there is a strong connection between the red booth and the ad on the bus... That was a pure coincidence. As previously mentioned, I'll soon share a huge panorama of the city. (The above photo has been shot with the Samsung NX10, provided by Samsung Electronics. Co., Ltd)
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I took this photo in Oxford, England (not in Venice, lol). I also made the rough sketch (very very quickly for this one...)
PS: Sorry for the long absence, I just came back from a trip abroad... But I did work a lot and I'll be posting one new "Pencil Vs Camera" image every day until the 30th of May. Thank you all for your support!
PS: Sorry for the long absence, I just came back from a trip abroad... But I did work a lot and I'll be posting one new "Pencil Vs Camera" image every day until the 30th of May. Thank you all for your support!
The Path to Knowledge
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There Are Times
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
There are times,
There are ways,
There are wonders,
And I can't be certain
Of everything;
Though I speak,
Though I hear,
Though I see,
My knowledge shall never
Be complete.
There are waves on
The ocean,
There is distance
Across the sea,
There are mountains
To be climbed,
There are people to
Be free;
But one thing is certain,
Freedom lies inside of me.
There are times,
There are ways,
There are wonders,
There is good and hope
In everything;
There are people,
There are moonlights,
There are days,
And in the eyes
Of my loved one
Of love I can read.
There are green colors
Of grass,
There are flowers
In the soil,
There are clouds
Across the sky,
There are hopes
For everyone;
But one thing is certain,
We must become strong.
There are times,
There are ways,
There are wonders,
And life goes on
Like before;
There are stairways,
There are distances,
There are ceilings,
But they won’t keep us apart
For knowing ones heart.
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A poem by Peter S. Quinn
There are times,
There are ways,
There are wonders,
And I can't be certain
Of everything;
Though I speak,
Though I hear,
Though I see,
My knowledge shall never
Be complete.
There are waves on
The ocean,
There is distance
Across the sea,
There are mountains
To be climbed,
There are people to
Be free;
But one thing is certain,
Freedom lies inside of me.
There are times,
There are ways,
There are wonders,
There is good and hope
In everything;
There are people,
There are moonlights,
There are days,
And in the eyes
Of my loved one
Of love I can read.
There are green colors
Of grass,
There are flowers
In the soil,
There are clouds
Across the sky,
There are hopes
For everyone;
But one thing is certain,
We must become strong.
There are times,
There are ways,
There are wonders,
And life goes on
Like before;
There are stairways,
There are distances,
There are ceilings,
But they won’t keep us apart
For knowing ones heart.
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Summer Time
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Dream Dream Away!
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
Dream dream away tonight
With each song that feels right
Some bouquets are in your mind
And other's in reality you'll find
Keep them and grow them more
Some of them pictures will lore
Daydreaming going to dreams
The image of uncertainty deems
Spin through clutter and rainbow
Everything that's shining the day
Fill every thought with a wow
Come what should and what may
Tumbling down to new summer
Feeling the warms in its hands
Finding the blossoms newcomer
Each in its field and marshlands
Dream dream away to the bright
Morning that comes after night
Filling the air with its perfume
From every summer bed's bloom
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
Dream dream away tonight
With each song that feels right
Some bouquets are in your mind
And other's in reality you'll find
Keep them and grow them more
Some of them pictures will lore
Daydreaming going to dreams
The image of uncertainty deems
Spin through clutter and rainbow
Everything that's shining the day
Fill every thought with a wow
Come what should and what may
Tumbling down to new summer
Feeling the warms in its hands
Finding the blossoms newcomer
Each in its field and marshlands
Dream dream away to the bright
Morning that comes after night
Filling the air with its perfume
From every summer bed's bloom
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