Showing posts with label bridge. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bridge. Show all posts
A picture I took from a small bridge in Venice, Italy. This place was completely amazing and there weren't too many tourists that day... (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!
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The Lamp of LifeBy Amy Lowell
Always we are following a light,
Always the light recedes; with groping hands
We stretch toward this glory, while the lands
We journey through are hidden from our sight
Dim and mysterious, folded deep in night,
We care not, all our utmost need demands
Is but the light, the light! So still it stands
Surely our own if we exert our might.
Fool! Never can'st thou grasp this fleeting gleam,
Its glowing flame would die if it were caught,
Its value is that it doth always seem
But just a little farther on. Distraught,
But lighted ever onward, we are brought
Upon our way unknowing, in a dream.
(Poem's source: Americanpoems.com)
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Like Smoke in Thin Air
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In Between the Lines
By Peter S. Quinn
In between the lines
Something needs to be written
Words for word it defines
What in meaning lies hidden
Plastic world outside
Within its lots of name
Through daily routine's hide
Never exactly the same
The complicated in us
Finding the in between
Roads away and across
Nothing from the outside seen
You and I of just two
Similar spices in line
Know what gets here through
And forces together combine
Yesterdays were ours
With tomorrow still to come
From lost world's inside powers
That we don't know where are from
Something is never finished
Only like smoke in thin air
In its drifting diminished
Away from reality here
By Peter S. Quinn
In between the lines
Something needs to be written
Words for word it defines
What in meaning lies hidden
Plastic world outside
Within its lots of name
Through daily routine's hide
Never exactly the same
The complicated in us
Finding the in between
Roads away and across
Nothing from the outside seen
You and I of just two
Similar spices in line
Know what gets here through
And forces together combine
Yesterdays were ours
With tomorrow still to come
From lost world's inside powers
That we don't know where are from
Something is never finished
Only like smoke in thin air
In its drifting diminished
Away from reality here
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