Sully Sur Loire, France

Sassine El Nabbout Photography

Sully sur Loire, a small beautiful village in the Loire Department (Center of France), living peacefully on the side of Loire River. It was so cool & Romantic, specially with this lovely medieval castle and it's reflections on the surrounding water. Wish you will enjoy the album.

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http://community.webshots.com/album/551067557ojYdxE

A Bee And A Flower

Sassine El Nabbout Photography

"I missed you like death" said the flower… "Where have you been all this time?"… "I waited until I lost my faith"… "Why were you late? My petals lost there brightness… my odor is barely sensed"… "I don't want to die like someone who came for nothing"…

"Oh! My sweet flower of life!" said the bee… "I missed you so much"… "I left my home to come & see you"… "You were the most beautiful one on earth & you are always the same"… "But I see you are misevaluating yourself"… "Don't you see everything is ok?!"…

"I felt the time eating me my little bee" said the flower… "I felt the seconds a day, & the day a year when you were away"… "When I was born I sent you a message with the soft breeze… and since then I'm hearing your sound around… filling my ears… but even I couldn't see you… I heard your voice even while sleeping… he didn't stop until I'm not sleeping anymore"… "Do you see? I missed you until becoming weak"…

"I'm here my dear… at least now" said the bee… "I was signing the universe with my name so I can return one day to my home"… "I'm so sorry it took all this time"… "I missed you, I needed you and still"… "Yes, I need you to reach my destiny"… "I need you to become a king as my queen said"…

"Oh! Sweetheart! As I need you to become eternal!" said the flower… "Yes, it's my elixir that you need"... "Take the soul that is made just for you… fly back while signing again the world with our name… sign it again & again… so everyone will know how life is beautiful when we are together… when unified"…

A soft kiss filled the atmosphere with the most beautiful smell… no one sound but the bee wings song… the flower's petals were contracting with every musical note…
It was a moment of love… the bee left glorious a flower that became grains… while he signed the sky with beauty…
He reached his real home finally; he put the gift in the hexagons… and he received for that the queen's crown …
A second day has risen, and hundreds of bees met the life to replay the same story…

Music

Music Fiesta, Paris, France

Sassine El Nabbout Photography

She moves... goes up and down... and every beat of our heart follows her...
With her, our soul wears wings, to fly in the world of feelings and imagination...
How many times we thought that she is just a musical instrument sound?!... Instead the reality that she is the holy feeling that affect every feeling... that she is the expression of expressions...
She is contradictory as us...
She is a laugh and a tear...
She is a love and a hate...
She is a time of peace and a time of anger...
She helps the melting of our crystallized tears... and moving rapidly our dance of happiness...
She is the friend of solitude...
She is better sometimes than a word or a sentence...
We hear her not only by our ears, but by our heart and body...
We touch her... she touches us...
How and why?!
Just because she enrobes us, since our first breath and cry... she follows us in all the moments of our life... and at requiem, she covers us with the most creative type, that is not and cannot be made by humans, but by angels... the silence...

A Dream From Above

Aadbel From Above, Satellite Pic

I used every night to watch the sky... my back touching the ground... and i don't stop counting the stars... every light amazes me... every color...
I stayed for long hours, followed the lights dancing in the horizon and disappearing above the clouds hitting my atmosphere...
It is what i did, instead of sleeping early... we were not supposed to have a normal life, to leave our houses at night... the war was guarding the roads of my town and country...
These stars were my only dream at night... my only space to go out... i was a prisoner of the time and the place... While i didn't choose to be a Lebanese, neither to be born the first days of the civil war...
I used to cry in the darkness, in the loneliness... while i know that no one can see me...
No electricity, no television, no radio, no music... and sure no money...
We missed the life while we didn't knew what is it... we had the fear of death, while we didn't know also what it is...
One day, while watching the stars, i saw a small star moving and moving... she crossed the spherical atmosphere above me... i went hurry to call my dad, while saying in a high voice: Dad... Dad... a star is moving... He smiled while saying: it is a satellite... something the humans send to explore the sky and the earth...
I will not hide that day, being an astronaut took my heart...
I liked always to see my world but specially my village from above... well i did that in my imagination, even before seeing this picture...
I always flied in my dreams and still doing it...

The Power Of Life

Photo By Soledad Alvarez

Paris, France

I was always amazed by the power of nature...
Not only the destructive cyclones, nor the sky lightening…
I love this silent power… that can sometimes pass without interest…
It is really a miracle happening beside us everyday…
How can a dry branch be full of these beautiful colors?
I feel the angels being hyperactive, painting every scene in our life garden…
Knocking on our heart door while saying : wake up, it is another day…

Ehden

That is the difference! no one country can have all this beauty in the same time!
Yes Lebanon is different, just because it is a sacred ground!

Medieval Celebration, Chambort Castle, Loire

Sassine El Nabbout Photography

I had really the chance that day to assist to this "medieval celebration". In the background was the Chambort Castle, the known house of all the kings of France having the name "Louis". The colors were amazing. I stayed on the road side, a little high, and i took this album. They transported me back to one of the beautiful walks that happened long time ago. It is very normal to feel that because of the well done design.

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http://community.webshots.com/album/551041907ApORJM

The Oldest Agricultural Product

An 11,400-year-old fig found near Jeriha City (left) may be the result of the earliest known form of agriculture, scientists say.The ancient fig is similar in size to a variety still cultivated in Iran (middle) but is considerably smaller than a more common Turkish type (right).

Emotions

From The Album: Emotions

By Hildegunn, A Norvegian Artist

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http://community.webshots.com/album/550057776PfYERv