Contributions of the group Be urban

Mont Saint Michel

nobody@ipernity.com (Silvio Francesco Zincolini) — Thu, 23 Jul 2026 20:14:45 +0000

Silvio Francesco Zincolini has posted:

Niedrigwasser im Hafen von Husum (2*PiP)

nobody@ipernity.com (Erhard Bernstein) — Sat, 25 Jul 2026 16:28:13 +0000

Erhard Bernstein has posted:

Die kleine Aussichtsplattform ermöglicht einen guten Überblick ...

Paris

nobody@ipernity.com (Silvio Francesco Zincolini) — Fri, 17 Jul 2026 19:29:56 +0000

Silvio Francesco Zincolini has posted:

Ogni ferita guarirà e sorgerà un albero ... Chaque blessure guérira et un arbre poussera ...

nobody@ipernity.com (Silvio Francesco Zincolini) — Tue, 14 Jul 2026 21:55:35 +0000

Silvio Francesco Zincolini has posted:

Nizza - Costa azzurra - Francia

Rouen .

nobody@ipernity.com (Jean-louis Thiaudiere) — Mon, 13 Jul 2026 13:37:49 +0000

Jean-louis Thiaudiere has posted:

Durant la Seconde Guerre mondiale, de 1940 à 1944, la ville fut occupée par l'Allemagne . Rouen subit de lourds dégâts : environ 45 % de la ville fut détruite. En juin 1940, la zone située entre la cathédrale de Rouen et la Seine brûla pendant 48 heures, les Allemands ayant interdit l'accès aux pompiers.

Event Vorbereitung

nobody@ipernity.com (TRIPOD MAN) — Thu, 17 Aug 2017 15:25:36 +0000

TRIPOD MAN has posted:

Briefing - ( Bearbeitet mit Ps Iris Weichzeichner )

Obsession!

nobody@ipernity.com (Love Song) — Wed, 22 Jul 2026 20:50:33 +0000

Love Song has posted:

Animotion. - Obsession

Eres Secreto de Amor

nobody@ipernity.com (Love Song) — Wed, 22 Jul 2026 18:26:43 +0000

Love Song has posted:

KC & The Sunshine Band - Give It Up

Ilusión

nobody@ipernity.com (Love Song) — Wed, 22 Jul 2026 19:53:51 +0000

Love Song has posted:

Julieta Venegas - Ilusión

On Broadway

nobody@ipernity.com (Love Song) — Mon, 20 Jul 2026 15:38:04 +0000

Love Song has posted:

Neil Young - On Broadway

Creationism

nobody@ipernity.com (honeyj) — Thu, 16 Jul 2026 19:55:17 +0000

honeyj has posted:

How are you today, lord?
What's up, archangel?
It's about your people, lord.
Which people?
On Earth, lord. Remember it?
Yes. I was still experimenting with the creation thing back then.
Right. Well, it is becoming evident that the humans' time there is about up.
You think?
Yes. They've over-populated and stripped the planet with never-ending short-sighted greed.
Too bad for them. I gave them brains. Let them fix it.
But they can't agree on anything, lord.
Then they'll end up in the toilet, won't they?
What do you think about providing a little guidance?
Oh, ok. You can send a few messengers. Carry my word.
What should they tell humankind?
Just this: wise up or die. How's that?
Simple. Direct. Will they understand?
You mess with my trees, my lakes and rivers, watch your butt.
Yes, lord.
I am no supreme being to be fooled with, no way.
Of course, lord.
And only idiots crap in the bed in which they sleep. Now go. I'm busy working on a little 4th dimension thing.
Oh?
Yeah, they're gonna love it on Arcturus.
They will sing your praises, I'm sure.
Whatever. But those idiot humans? You tell them: they break it, they own it.
Yes lord.

Silhouette

nobody@ipernity.com (Siebbi) — Fri, 17 Jul 2026 21:08:25 +0000

Siebbi has posted:

El último polvo

nobody@ipernity.com (Love Song) — Mon, 20 Jul 2026 01:02:00 +0000

Love Song has posted:

E. palmieri & friends - Vámonos pa’l Monte

Saw-tooth shadow

nobody@ipernity.com (Siebbi) — Wed, 15 Jul 2026 20:12:37 +0000

Siebbi has posted:

Know That The Magic Has Gone

nobody@ipernity.com (Love Song) — Wed, 15 Jul 2026 02:25:27 +0000

Love Song has posted:

Joe Cocker - Know That The Magic Has Gone

Milngavie Town Clock

nobody@ipernity.com (Joe, Son of the Rock) — Sat, 11 Jul 2026 14:31:55 +0000

Joe, Son of the Rock has posted:

Milngavie — spelled one way, said “Mill‑guy”. A classic Scottish place‑name trap.

Libellula Boutique

nobody@ipernity.com (Joe, Son of the Rock) — Sat, 11 Jul 2026 14:31:44 +0000

Joe, Son of the Rock has posted:

Milngavie — spelled one way, said “Mill‑guy”. A classic Scottish place‑name trap.

Tennents

nobody@ipernity.com (Joe, Son of the Rock) — Sat, 11 Jul 2026 14:27:19 +0000

Joe, Son of the Rock has posted:

Glasgow

belles glaces à l'italienne

nobody@ipernity.com (Le miroir de l'aube) — Sun, 05 Jul 2026 14:30:46 +0000

Le miroir de l'aube has posted:

Pay-Off

nobody@ipernity.com (honeyj) — Sun, 12 Jul 2026 02:54:44 +0000

honeyj has posted:

“Look, buddy,” the wig salesman said, “I’ve got to close. Either choose now or take a hike.” I couldn’t really blame the guy for his impertinence. After all, I’d been examining his fluffy merchandise for the better part of an hour by then, although I hadn’t told him the real reason for my visit. “Just cool it, friend. You know the customer is always right.” What I didn’t say was that, directly across the street, in plain view through the store’s plate glass window, stuffed with more cheap, tawdry goods than I had ever before encountered, was the small, greasy diner that was the actual focus of my attention.

As I fondled one last item, I spotted my quarry exiting the establishment, surrounded by his usual entourage of thieves, pimps, punks and killers. Tossing the rug aside, I hurtled through the door to the street, the owner yelling to my back, “Thanks for nothing wise guy.” As I reached the curb, the surly mob was piling into a black Escalade that had been idling in the alley. It roared off as I dove into my ‘62 British racing green MGB. Touching the ignition, the exhaust emitted the characteristic throaty growl that no other sports car in the world had ever been able to match. I slammed the shift knob into 1st and spun after the big SUV, checking to see that there were no cops in sight. I certainly didn’t want any around for what I needed to do.

I left the wig shop in the dust, the image of the shop owner pulling down his security gates rapidly receding in my rear-view mirror as I raced through the next 4 gears. I knew where the mark was heading. Perhaps I could beat him there. However, as I careened onto Lower Wacker Drive, my steel-belted Pirellis screaming in protest, I saw too late that I had been set up. The first burst of gunfire took out half the right fender, slamming me into a hard spin toward the river. Something exploded behind me, eliminating the black canvas rag top, on which I had just expended considerable capital for repairs. The thought was fleeting, however, as I now realized that my tires were no longer in contact with pavement. Rather, I was looking at a long dive into the frigid blackness of the Chicago River, rapidly rising toward me. I struggled to free myself of my constraints, silently cursing my law-abiding nature. I couldn’t get the damn seat belt unhooked. I didn’t feel a thing as the octagon MG logo hit the icy water. After that, I wouldn’t have any more complaints.