And yes! It's the air time, or era time ... Urbanista also settles on Facebook. http://www.facebook.com/pages/Urbanista/107588792640567?v=wall
Thursday, October 28, 2010
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Urbanista Facebook
And yes! It's the air time, or era time ... Urbanista also settles on Facebook.
http://www.facebook.com/pages/Urbanista/107588792640567?v=wall
And yes! It's the air time, or era time ... Urbanista also settles on Facebook. http://www.facebook.com/pages/Urbanista/107588792640567?v=wall
Monday, October 25, 2010
Bmx Birthday Fondant Cake
End of the World - Mark Grieve
Bike Arch Black Rock Desert, NV, Mark Grieve
Markgrieve.com
photo by Steph Goralnick
There is something "doomsday" in this fantastic image. But just as the insect surviving the cataclysm, the bike will still be there when fossil fuels are gone!
Mark Grieve is not his first stunt sculptural. Cycling is one of its themes preferred. By featuring an unorthodox way, Mark Grieve forces us to some reflections on his condition, his place in our societies. He emphasizes the word "recycling" by making us understand that the etymology of this term has exactly the word "cycle". Recycling is given a second life to an object or material. Re-cycle? Cycler twice? Bicycle? ... Yeah! 
Bike Arch Black Rock Desert, NV, Mark Grieve
Markgrieve.com
photo by Steph Goralnick
There is something "doomsday" in this fantastic image. But just as the insect surviving the cataclysm, the bike will still be there when fossil fuels are gone!
Mark Grieve is not his first stunt sculptural. Cycling is one of its themes preferred. By featuring an unorthodox way, Mark Grieve forces us to some reflections on his condition, his place in our societies. He emphasizes the word "recycling" by making us understand that the etymology of this term has exactly the word "cycle". Recycling is given a second life to an object or material. Re-cycle? Cycler twice? Bicycle? ... Yeah!
Sunday, October 24, 2010
How Long Does It Take For Sanding Sealer To Dry
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Ocean of light>>>
...................... 4 pictures of the sunset taken from the window my apartment
....................................... ...... Digital Art (1) with one of the photos above
.............................. ............... Digital Art (2) with one of the photos above
.............................. ............... Digital Art (3) with one of the photos above
Ocean of Light!
Faced with this sea of lights.
On the trail of the universe, unexplored.
escapes in my view, the sunset.
the sound of wind in the trees tired.
When night slips slowly.
the countryside of my childhood.
Off the soft light fades slowly.
In the dark, to say goodbye.
Run down my face tears of children.
Extraordinary glimmers of memories, a thousand color of embers.
Revives the flashing flame of eternal love.
Scans all my bad thoughts in my lonely soul.
Come the calm evening kindled the sun, a crimson hue.
In my adult eyes, I am a child.
I marvel at this natural creation.
From the window of my apartment.
I am in awe! before such supreme power.
text written by a traveling art ( Jose Tilliet )
The 23.10. 2010 
...................... 4 pictures of the sunset taken from the window my apartment 
....................................... ...... Digital Art (1) with one of the photos above 
.............................. ............... Digital Art (2) with one of the photos above 
.............................. ............... Digital Art (3) with one of the photos above Ocean of Light!
Faced with this sea of lights.
On the trail of the universe, unexplored.
escapes in my view, the sunset.
the sound of wind in the trees tired.
When night slips slowly.
the countryside of my childhood.
Off the soft light fades slowly.
In the dark, to say goodbye.
Run down my face tears of children.
Extraordinary glimmers of memories, a thousand color of embers.
Revives the flashing flame of eternal love.
Scans all my bad thoughts in my lonely soul.
Come the calm evening kindled the sun, a crimson hue.
In my adult eyes, I am a child.
I marvel at this natural creation.
From the window of my apartment.
I am in awe! before such supreme power.
text written by a traveling art ( Jose Tilliet )
The 23.10. 2010
Monday, October 18, 2010
Sample Collection Letter Dental
Paris by bike is not funny!
The daily life of a Parisian bicycle for 1 year.
The material used is a camera for models, filmed with a portable multimedia Archos. 
The daily life of a Parisian bicycle for 1 year.
The material used is a camera for models, filmed with a portable multimedia Archos.
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Quuotes About Softball Pitchers
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Old Manor>>>
Old Manor!
If I told you!
the bend of a steep path
I saw in the clearing away
An old mansion in his sleep
Formerly he was beaming with joy
Within the walls of this old manor
Life on the pavement, the reasoning
no horses in the dark
And just in time space imagery
To see the lord and lady
Watch prowess jugglers and acrobats, their pride
On the square, young and great marvel
In the library rose
things escaped in books
It hides under the weight of silence
Dance hombres in the light sifted
In the corridors, the long procession
Parkway souls
Passing through the armory
the distance I hear through the stones The
sound of a piano playing the waltz vienna
It is time for me I come From this trip
unsuspected
one life balance is not
smelling the breath of living beings
Leaving behind the marks of past or
text written by the traveler arts (José Tilliet)
26.09.2010 The 
Old Manor! If I told you!
the bend of a steep path
I saw in the clearing away
An old mansion in his sleep
Formerly he was beaming with joy
Within the walls of this old manor
Life on the pavement, the reasoning
no horses in the dark
And just in time space imagery
To see the lord and lady
Watch prowess jugglers and acrobats, their pride
On the square, young and great marvel
In the library rose
things escaped in books
It hides under the weight of silence
Dance hombres in the light sifted
In the corridors, the long procession
Parkway souls
Passing through the armory
the distance I hear through the stones The
sound of a piano playing the waltz vienna
It is time for me I come From this trip
unsuspected
one life balance is not
smelling the breath of living beings
Leaving behind the marks of past or
text written by the traveler arts (José Tilliet)
26.09.2010 The
Sunday, October 3, 2010
5satellite Receivers Hook Up Diagrams
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;\u0026lt; Shadows>>>
Photo natural and digital art
Shadows
Transposition!
The appearance of the shadow In the silence
hours playing
as a puppet dark
S inviting sun purple
Dreamer and lonely
Appear in my dreams The sweetness of a waltz playing infinite
In the light of the primary light
From the oblong spot
OF simple beauty assembled
Just break into the mirror of my eyes
Without disorder and without a murmur loose
Waiting to dissolve in the dark
Between heaven and earth
Poetic reflection of a profound knowledge
In the immense natural beauty, an evening
is walking on my track
In the shadow of my dreams vanished
to ordinary
I leave my audacity
face me he dares mention
In the shadows eternal
Modeled by solar light
On sacred heritage.
text written by travelers Arts (Jose Tilliet) The
03.10.2010. Montceau mines ! 
Photo natural and digital art Shadows
Transposition!
The appearance of the shadow In the silence
hours playing
as a puppet dark
S inviting sun purple
Dreamer and lonely
Appear in my dreams The sweetness of a waltz playing infinite
In the light of the primary light
From the oblong spot
OF simple beauty assembled
Just break into the mirror of my eyes
Without disorder and without a murmur loose
Waiting to dissolve in the dark
Between heaven and earth
Poetic reflection of a profound knowledge
In the immense natural beauty, an evening
is walking on my track
In the shadow of my dreams vanished
to ordinary
I leave my audacity
face me he dares mention
In the shadows eternal
Modeled by solar light
On sacred heritage.
text written by travelers Arts (Jose Tilliet) The
03.10.2010. Montceau mines !
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