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A beautiful landscape

A beautiful mountain landscape

This photo was taken in Nea Makri coastline (it's close to Marathon) on a summer evening. The purpose of the shoot was to create a connection between my observation point, the women, and the moon. Enjoy

This picture was taken in order to depict the view of Parga through the castle wagon. Sorry for the quality, the picture was taken with an i-phone. In order to have a more clear view of Parga at night,

This picture was taken in the summer evening on the top of Parga hill, in a position close to the castle seeing the bay of Valtos.

The picture was taken in my recent visit in Agia Anna in Holly mountain in Athos. The post I took the shoot is in 500m high, so the little port looks so small.

The larger and more extensive a beach, the more tourists towels will fit in it, in what would translate into more income and profits in those adjacent businesses in those areas. But these figures can vary

MY DRAWING, MY PASSION, MY ART

EVEN THOUGH WE FIGHT A LOT, I LOVE YOU

Hold me to your willing heart                                                             And let me—help me—weep That I of need might fall apart And then at last might sleep.

HE CARES ONLY THAT I’M HAPPY

Dreams do come true, but only when They make it through despair, Limping into everyday Transformed beyond repair. No dream would be a dream if it Could pass for something real, Nor would we sail for paradise

Do you want me? What’s the matter? You’re afraid some door will close? You want the scent without the rose? The moans of love without the chatter? You think our love might be a tomb, The only exit through

Do not love me yet, for I Am still a slender moon, A scimitar about the heart Too sharp to touch too soon. Before I’m touched I need to grow More full in golden light; I need to smile upon my earth And

After love and fear, there’s pride; After tears, the night; After all the words are gone, A chair with just one light. After memories, the dream That you will come home safe; After sleep, another day Of