giovedì 30 settembre 2010

" THE BLACKSMITH WAS A TIME "



I remember Mr. Micci, the blacksmith of Portella, I was a kid and I saw every day on his hammer to beat the red iron.
Today I went to and my memories as a teenager he was discovered.
Thank you, Mr. Micci for what we have learned.

18 commenti:

  1. Just enough light on the right spot to bring out the character of this piece.

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  2. splendid....!

    i really like this one !

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  3. Wonderful shot. I remember the blacksmith and his sounds in my home-village too.

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  4. Very good picture
    with more history

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  5. En spennende blogg B/W er utrykksfullt.
    Masse flotte bilder på bloggen din..

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  6. En blogg med masse vakre bilder. En stor motivasjon for en nybegynner innen foto.

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  7. You've got some stunning images on this blog.. I like them!

    If you feel like browsing, do check out mine. I'm a documentary film maker and I blog about what I find interesting, and inspiring. I think you might like it.

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    Peace,

    Y

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  8. Hi

    Beautiful photos.

    Go to bgfotografer.blogspot.com

    Geir

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  9. The Moon
    shines
    on a cat

    Meow

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  10. Olá, amigo blogueiro,
    Leia poesia que reafirma a vida como um bem cósmico, propriedade de ninguém, acessando meu blog:
    http://valdecyalves.blogspot.com/2010/10/poesia-da-afirmacao-da-vida.html

    Leia também a penúltima matéria. Vc sabia que já existiu campo de concentração no Brasil. Ver em:
    http://valdecyalves.blogspot.com/2010/10/caminhada-da-seca-de-senador-pompeu-em.html

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  11. Love this shot, it would be a great writer's prompt, too.

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