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One for each month of the new year to come.

Here you can see all 14 pages: [link]

And 12 reasons to buy it:
- it's awesome!
- it is the first and only time that Mary printed her photos
- you are going to have some exclusive unpublished versions of Stam's photos
- Christmas is arriving and you SO don't want to waste your time in a mall...and buying on internet is much less tiring
- if you don't know what to buy for the Christmas presents, then here is the solution for you. Buy art!
- support the broken countries in Europe. It is Christmas after all.
- support a couple of broken people in a couple of broken countries in Europe. See above.
- show us some love (dA's way: $ )
- this is the best (and...hmm...probably the ONLY) street calendar submitted to the street calendars category
- should we become rich and famous, one day, you will have written off the cost of buying the calendar
- you are one of our relatives or friends, and then it's an ethical matter...
- you don't know us but you like the calendar, because it's awesome!

We would really appreciate your ,
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FREE DELIVERY TO YOUR PLACE! ]]> myraincheck and `StamatisGR
One for each month of the new year to come.

Here you can see all 14 pages: [link]

And 12 reasons to buy it:
- it's awesome!
- it is the first and only time that Mary printed her photos
- you are going to have some exclusive unpublished versions of Stam's photos
- Christmas is arriving and you SO don't want to waste your time in a mall...and buying on internet is much less tiring
- if you don't know what to buy for the Christmas presents, then here is the solution for you. Buy art!
- support the broken countries in Europe. It is Christmas after all.
- support a couple of broken people in a couple of broken countries in Europe. See above.
- show us some love (dA's way: $ )
- this is the best (and...hmm...probably the ONLY) street calendar submitted to the street calendars category
- should we become rich and famous, one day, you will have written off the cost of buying the calendar
- you are one of our relatives or friends, and then it's an ethical matter...
- you don't know us but you like the calendar, because it's awesome!

We would really appreciate your ,
in order to promote it

ORDER IT TODAY AND SAVE THE SHIPPING COSTS.
FREE DELIVERY TO YOUR PLACE!

]]> http://stamatisgr.deviantart.com/art/The-News-Stand-108163280 http://stamatisgr.deviantart.com/art/The-News-Stand-108163280 Fri, 02 Jan 2009 05:52:30 PST The News Stand nonadult photography/street StamatisGR http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/s/t/stamatisgr.jpg?6 Copyright 2009-2013 `StamatisGR Omonoia Square at 00.39 at 1st night of 2009 .

Omonoia square has news stands that remain open 24 hours a day.
Next day's newspapers can be bought late at night.
People gather around the news stands and talk about next day's headlines, sometimes untill the morning comes.

Dedicated to D'Artagnan (!Eliza-mac)
and my fellow musketeers (!stuartperry & !damien-c)




EDIT 18th February 2009
A fellow deviant from Albuquerque-USA, Tracey Dahl
saw my picture and wrote a wonderful essay about it: [link]

"GRECIAN NEWS
There is a photograph in the far reaches of the Internet that I often day dream about. I study its black and white composure and dream of traveling. I dream of happening upon this late night sanctuary of a new stand, nestled in the community of Athens. I observe the men and the dog uniting there, discussing the world events. I can't help but to believe in humanity again, to see that business hasn't gotten in the way of community. That communal essence of a city will bring us together again.
As night envelopes the city, and tucks the rest of Greece in, there is a newsstand open at all hours, steeped in culture and community. Athenian men gather here to get the daily news the night before. The freshly printed newspapers are piled haphazardly a top of one another. The table has a vexatious bend in the middle, slightly buckling under the weight of yesterdays sorrows. It is simply poetic. The harsh glow of unadulterated light bulbs illuminates the evening in reality, highlights the business of these men. Speaking with one another and reading newspapers, enjoying the late night glow, these are all here. A dog stands behind its owner, ever loyal, and wags its tail in the prospect of meeting strangers. The men in the corner acknowledge the dog, wry, boyhood smiles overwhelm their wrinkled faces. The shadows are as diverse as the men, yet not as old. It is comforting to know that the sunset will not change all things.
This picture was taken on January 1st, 2009, a time when the entire world is in a whirlpool of turmoil. The invasion of Gaza is on everyone's mind, as well as the pending nature of the economy. Its hard to imagine the Greek headlines. The prospect of war is familiar to this country's past, the familiarity must be haunting. The Christmas lights hung on the window are a stark contrast to the printed content, piled below. These men here are strangers, but they gather for a single need for information.
The Internet has widely made printed newspapers obsolete, there is so much data coming in daily, its hard to organize what is important. The simple beauty of a news stand is the fact that this information is patient. This information is for those with minds to digest slowly and react in haste. These men are patient in a tumultuous world, the upheaval of so many ideas are here, discussed between strangers becoming friends. It is the re birthing of Socratic Method. Ideas evolving in a public arena, as informal as a news stand is, is quintessential to us all.
This photograph is organic. It is old men uprooting new ideas, turning street corners into congress. Communities have been built upon this. Your opinion is relevant as long as you make it known, your words will be heard here. Late night discussion have written constitutions and created nations. This news stand turns men into boys and back again, simply because, under this harsh light, they are raw and exposed. They are humbled by dogs and Christmas lights and emblazoned in ink from wet newspapers. This community is organic, holding in their hands, the world's yesterdays and tomorrows. Community will hold it all together and bring it all back."
I thank her from the depths of my heart and wish her the best for her life ]]> Omonoia Square at 00.39 at 1st night of 2009 .

Omonoia square has news stands that remain open 24 hours a day.
Next day's newspapers can be bought late at night.
People gather around the news stands and talk about next day's headlines, sometimes untill the morning comes.

Dedicated to D'Artagnan (!Eliza-mac)
and my fellow musketeers (!stuartperry & !damien-c)




EDIT 18th February 2009
A fellow deviant from Albuquerque-USA, Tracey Dahl
saw my picture and wrote a wonderful essay about it: [link]

"GRECIAN NEWS
There is a photograph in the far reaches of the Internet that I often day dream about. I study its black and white composure and dream of traveling. I dream of happening upon this late night sanctuary of a new stand, nestled in the community of Athens. I observe the men and the dog uniting there, discussing the world events. I can't help but to believe in humanity again, to see that business hasn't gotten in the way of community. That communal essence of a city will bring us together again.
As night envelopes the city, and tucks the rest of Greece in, there is a newsstand open at all hours, steeped in culture and community. Athenian men gather here to get the daily news the night before. The freshly printed newspapers are piled haphazardly a top of one another. The table has a vexatious bend in the middle, slightly buckling under the weight of yesterdays sorrows. It is simply poetic. The harsh glow of unadulterated light bulbs illuminates the evening in reality, highlights the business of these men. Speaking with one another and reading newspapers, enjoying the late night glow, these are all here. A dog stands behind its owner, ever loyal, and wags its tail in the prospect of meeting strangers. The men in the corner acknowledge the dog, wry, boyhood smiles overwhelm their wrinkled faces. The shadows are as diverse as the men, yet not as old. It is comforting to know that the sunset will not change all things.
This picture was taken on January 1st, 2009, a time when the entire world is in a whirlpool of turmoil. The invasion of Gaza is on everyone's mind, as well as the pending nature of the economy. Its hard to imagine the Greek headlines. The prospect of war is familiar to this country's past, the familiarity must be haunting. The Christmas lights hung on the window are a stark contrast to the printed content, piled below. These men here are strangers, but they gather for a single need for information.
The Internet has widely made printed newspapers obsolete, there is so much data coming in daily, its hard to organize what is important. The simple beauty of a news stand is the fact that this information is patient. This information is for those with minds to digest slowly and react in haste. These men are patient in a tumultuous world, the upheaval of so many ideas are here, discussed between strangers becoming friends. It is the re birthing of Socratic Method. Ideas evolving in a public arena, as informal as a news stand is, is quintessential to us all.
This photograph is organic. It is old men uprooting new ideas, turning street corners into congress. Communities have been built upon this. Your opinion is relevant as long as you make it known, your words will be heard here. Late night discussion have written constitutions and created nations. This news stand turns men into boys and back again, simply because, under this harsh light, they are raw and exposed. They are humbled by dogs and Christmas lights and emblazoned in ink from wet newspapers. This community is organic, holding in their hands, the world's yesterdays and tomorrows. Community will hold it all together and bring it all back."
I thank her from the depths of my heart and wish her the best for her life

]]> http://stamatisgr.deviantart.com/art/Caryatids-2011-a-tribute-273887433 http://stamatisgr.deviantart.com/art/Caryatids-2011-a-tribute-273887433 Wed, 14 Dec 2011 02:05:39 PST Caryatids 2011 - a tribute nonadult photography/street StamatisGR http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/s/t/stamatisgr.jpg?6 Copyright 2011-2013 `StamatisGR 45, Asomaton Str. – A tribute

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Original by Henri Cartier-Bresson:


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]]> http://stamatisgr.deviantart.com/art/One-way-ticket-to-Hell-122568026 http://stamatisgr.deviantart.com/art/One-way-ticket-to-Hell-122568026 Fri, 15 May 2009 04:38:19 PDT One way ticket to Hell adult photography/journalism/people StamatisGR http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/s/t/stamatisgr.jpg?6 Copyright 2009-2013 `StamatisGR Streets of Athens Wordpress Blog

There is a certain area in Athens where it is not advised to walk alone
even in broad daylight. I "happened" to pass by that area on my motorbike, camera hanging from the neck...

Some people look for hell in religious books...
Some people look for paradise in their prayers...

They are both right here!
Beside us...in front of us!

A guy is shooting heroin...his "friends" are watching for the cops...


see also: 2. The living dead 3.The police comes 4.That was too close





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There is a certain area in Athens where it is not advised to walk alone
even in broad daylight. I "happened" to pass by that area on my motorbike, camera hanging from the neck...

Some people look for hell in religious books...
Some people look for paradise in their prayers...

They are both right here!
Beside us...in front of us!

A guy is shooting heroin...his "friends" are watching for the cops...


see also: 2. The living dead 3.The police comes 4.That was too close





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]]> http://stamatisgr.deviantart.com/art/Dream-little-boy-125308024 http://stamatisgr.deviantart.com/art/Dream-little-boy-125308024 Tue, 09 Jun 2009 02:14:51 PDT Dream little boy nonadult photography/journalism/people StamatisGR http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/s/t/stamatisgr.jpg?6 Copyright 2009-2013 `StamatisGR
Coming from an African country he'll seek a better future in Greece...

I wish him and all the immigrant children all the luck they can have away from their birth places.

May racism never harass his life!


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Coming from an African country he'll seek a better future in Greece...

I wish him and all the immigrant children all the luck they can have away from their birth places.

May racism never harass his life!


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]]> http://stamatisgr.deviantart.com/art/Supplication-125190316 http://stamatisgr.deviantart.com/art/Supplication-125190316 Mon, 08 Jun 2009 01:29:15 PDT Supplication nonadult photography/street StamatisGR http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/s/t/stamatisgr.jpg?6 Copyright 2009-2013 `StamatisGR

_{"The wealth of the Greek Church is huge. The state has not recorded it, also the leadership of Church of Greece declares officially that it does not know the financial elements of abbeys, monasteries and temples because each metropolis, abbey, temple and monastery has its own economic management. The profits of the Greek Church come from offers, from renting its huge number of buildings and lands and from stocks in the Stock market. The Greek Church does not pay taxes to the Greek state."}


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_{"The wealth of the Greek Church is huge. The state has not recorded it, also the leadership of Church of Greece declares officially that it does not know the financial elements of abbeys, monasteries and temples because each metropolis, abbey, temple and monastery has its own economic management. The profits of the Greek Church come from offers, from renting its huge number of buildings and lands and from stocks in the Stock market. The Greek Church does not pay taxes to the Greek state."}


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]]> http://stamatisgr.deviantart.com/art/No-passengers-today-129704526 http://stamatisgr.deviantart.com/art/No-passengers-today-129704526 Thu, 16 Jul 2009 05:18:58 PDT No passengers today nonadult photography/street StamatisGR http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/s/t/stamatisgr.jpg?6 Copyright 2009-2013 `StamatisGR I thanked him and told him that there is no sign which says so.


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]]> http://stamatisgr.deviantart.com/art/Dire-Straits-131051817 http://stamatisgr.deviantart.com/art/Dire-Straits-131051817 Mon, 27 Jul 2009 02:46:40 PDT Dire Straits nonadult photography/street StamatisGR http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/s/t/stamatisgr.jpg?6 Copyright 2009-2013 `StamatisGR


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]]> http://stamatisgr.deviantart.com/art/Heavy-on-my-shoulders-118094220 http://stamatisgr.deviantart.com/art/Heavy-on-my-shoulders-118094220 Sat, 04 Apr 2009 10:51:19 PDT Heavy on my shoulders nonadult photography/street StamatisGR http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/s/t/stamatisgr.jpg?6 Copyright 2009-2013 `StamatisGR Sometimes I wish I could just lie down like a stray dog...
Sometimes I wish I could lift my eyes from the ground and look at the sun again...

DEDICATED to all the Greek people who didn't steal any public money,
who didn't led their country to bankruptcy, who are losing their jobs and whose dreams are shot down to pieces.


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Sometimes I wish I could lift my eyes from the ground and look at the sun again...

DEDICATED to all the Greek people who didn't steal any public money,
who didn't led their country to bankruptcy, who are losing their jobs and whose dreams are shot down to pieces.


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]]> http://stamatisgr.deviantart.com/art/Curves-and-lines-155935885 http://stamatisgr.deviantart.com/art/Curves-and-lines-155935885 Tue, 02 Mar 2010 02:29:30 PST Curves and lines nonadult photography/street StamatisGR http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/s/t/stamatisgr.jpg?6 Copyright 2010-2013 `StamatisGR

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]]> http://stamatisgr.deviantart.com/art/On-the-loose-158810709 http://stamatisgr.deviantart.com/art/On-the-loose-158810709 Mon, 29 Mar 2010 03:04:27 PDT On the loose nonadult photography/street StamatisGR http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/s/t/stamatisgr.jpg?6 Copyright 2010-2013 `StamatisGR

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]]> http://stamatisgr.deviantart.com/art/The-Shadow-island-202653358 http://stamatisgr.deviantart.com/art/The-Shadow-island-202653358 Mon, 28 Mar 2011 04:40:43 PDT The Shadow island nonadult photography/street StamatisGR http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/s/t/stamatisgr.jpg?6 Copyright 2011-2013 `StamatisGR B/W Street fun in 10mm
which includes 17 new street images never posted in dA.

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]]> http://stamatisgr.deviantart.com/art/Pacman-267732416 http://stamatisgr.deviantart.com/art/Pacman-267732416 Mon, 07 Nov 2011 06:37:53 PST Pacman nonadult photography/street StamatisGR http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/s/t/stamatisgr.jpg?6 Copyright 2011-2013 `StamatisGR Aperture:F/4.2
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]]> http://stamatisgr.deviantart.com/art/1-ball-Pool-263323389 http://stamatisgr.deviantart.com/art/1-ball-Pool-263323389 Fri, 14 Oct 2011 02:20:22 PDT 1-ball Pool nonadult photography/street StamatisGR http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/s/t/stamatisgr.jpg?6 Copyright 2011-2013 `StamatisGR [link]

For Liz

50mm
f2.2
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Featured as a Daily feature at Shadowness.com: [link]

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For Liz

50mm
f2.2
1/180
ISO 240

Featured as a Daily feature at Shadowness.com: [link]

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]]> http://stamatisgr.deviantart.com/art/Wipe-me-grandad-299414425 http://stamatisgr.deviantart.com/art/Wipe-me-grandad-299414425 Tue, 01 May 2012 00:05:43 PDT Wipe me, grandad nonadult photography/street StamatisGR http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/s/t/stamatisgr.jpg?6 Copyright 2012-2013 `StamatisGR

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]]> http://stamatisgr.deviantart.com/art/Ties-202138964 http://stamatisgr.deviantart.com/art/Ties-202138964 Thu, 24 Mar 2011 09:02:29 PDT Ties nonadult photography/street StamatisGR http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/s/t/stamatisgr.jpg?6 Copyright 2011-2013 `StamatisGR

]]> http://stamatisgr.deviantart.com/art/La-Vache-Qui-Rit-C-275368981 http://stamatisgr.deviantart.com/art/La-Vache-Qui-Rit-C-275368981 Fri, 23 Dec 2011 02:55:14 PST La Vache Qui Rit - C nonadult photography/street StamatisGR http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/s/t/stamatisgr.jpg?6 Copyright 2011-2013 `StamatisGR
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]]> http://stamatisgr.deviantart.com/art/Over-the-cuckoo-s-nest-143036854 http://stamatisgr.deviantart.com/art/Over-the-cuckoo-s-nest-143036854 Mon, 09 Nov 2009 06:35:35 PST Over the cuckoo's nest nonadult photography/civilization/cityscape StamatisGR http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/s/t/stamatisgr.jpg?6 Copyright 2009-2013 `StamatisGR [link] takes place...



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]]> http://stamatisgr.deviantart.com/art/Calm-waters-Greece-96877074 http://stamatisgr.deviantart.com/art/Calm-waters-Greece-96877074 Tue, 02 Sep 2008 23:50:55 PDT Calm waters -Greece nonadult photography/nature/waterscapes StamatisGR http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/s/t/stamatisgr.jpg?6 Copyright 2008-2013 `StamatisGR
EDIT: uploaded the high-res file after a print request ]]>
EDIT: uploaded the high-res file after a print request

]]> http://stamatisgr.deviantart.com/art/A-warm-afternoon-in-Athens-123528038 http://stamatisgr.deviantart.com/art/A-warm-afternoon-in-Athens-123528038 Sun, 24 May 2009 05:33:54 PDT A warm afternoon in Athens nonadult photography/civilization/cityscape StamatisGR http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/s/t/stamatisgr.jpg?6 Copyright 2009-2013 `StamatisGR It's a great pleasure walking on these streets where the ancient meets the old and where you can forget the new...

Horizon
by *EmmaSloane

Man-made wings sweep golden grids
against the glowing cage that stretches east
from Venice to Knidos.
These are early days and
if they oscillate in harmony,
conformed to the edges of a single thought,
that thought is marked for our illumination.

We may find ourselves sinking/we've always
been sinking into its hidden contours,
casting nets of silvered photons
in mockery of lesser light.

If no objections arise when the pale moon
greets Helios on such mornings, or if
improbable planes of simultaneous reflection
defy customary astronomies,
I don't think we will be surprised.

You know it has always been that way:
we may touch the Alps with curious fingers
from any unsafe distance, grazing peaked edges
grown solid, our fingers tracing
maps, the maps of tools and time
on stones that stand in now or former temples
that have weathered well.

Of these it was said we would mark out truth;
ore wrested from subterranean forays into
strip-mined culture; its subtext forged from
illusion and the burnished metal of ancient myth,
its finite edges brittle and suffused with saffron
and irony.

Knowing this, we stand at the precipice,
at a high, stony lookout, over seas of
ancient treachery and faulty memory,
wing-fanned air, gentle against cheek and lash,
swaying in a silence made of wind, wave and breath;
we look into the glittered distance, straining to know,
toward a vanishing point we seek when weary, for rest,
or perspective, for assurance.

In that sun-splashed morning, with nets
of silvered photons cast beyond our idea of it,
we look into the distance, unblinded
by simultaneous reflection.
We look to discover

no horizon,
no horizon,
there is no horizon
at all.




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Horizon
by *EmmaSloane

Man-made wings sweep golden grids
against the glowing cage that stretches east
from Venice to Knidos.
These are early days and
if they oscillate in harmony,
conformed to the edges of a single thought,
that thought is marked for our illumination.

We may find ourselves sinking/we've always
been sinking into its hidden contours,
casting nets of silvered photons
in mockery of lesser light.

If no objections arise when the pale moon
greets Helios on such mornings, or if
improbable planes of simultaneous reflection
defy customary astronomies,
I don't think we will be surprised.

You know it has always been that way:
we may touch the Alps with curious fingers
from any unsafe distance, grazing peaked edges
grown solid, our fingers tracing
maps, the maps of tools and time
on stones that stand in now or former temples
that have weathered well.

Of these it was said we would mark out truth;
ore wrested from subterranean forays into
strip-mined culture; its subtext forged from
illusion and the burnished metal of ancient myth,
its finite edges brittle and suffused with saffron
and irony.

Knowing this, we stand at the precipice,
at a high, stony lookout, over seas of
ancient treachery and faulty memory,
wing-fanned air, gentle against cheek and lash,
swaying in a silence made of wind, wave and breath;
we look into the glittered distance, straining to know,
toward a vanishing point we seek when weary, for rest,
or perspective, for assurance.

In that sun-splashed morning, with nets
of silvered photons cast beyond our idea of it,
we look into the distance, unblinded
by simultaneous reflection.
We look to discover

no horizon,
no horizon,
there is no horizon
at all.




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19 fire engines and 60 fire men are trying to put it out.
The 200 workers of the industry are all safe.
All traffic in the surrounding area has been blocked.

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The 200 workers of the industry are all safe.
All traffic in the surrounding area has been blocked.

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Apart from a world-renowned archaeological site, Sounion is an upscale summer home location for Athenians. Construction flourished between the 60s and 70s, with massive yet minimal villas and condos erected. Sounion is one of the most expensive areas in Greece, with the value of some homes exceeding twenty million euros.

Shot in the same location:

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Apart from a world-renowned archaeological site, Sounion is an upscale summer home location for Athenians. Construction flourished between the 60s and 70s, with massive yet minimal villas and condos erected. Sounion is one of the most expensive areas in Greece, with the value of some homes exceeding twenty million euros.

Shot in the same location:

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And here's your wonderful stories:

by
Thought we would be together for ever,
making our home the way it should be made for a long life and love.
But I can never forgive her now, the way,
that day
she just got up
and got out.
I stayed a while.
But my heart was in the walls and doors and in the furniture too,
all singing... I so loved you.
It was time to move out,
get out
and get somewhere else.
Abandon the old pain.

by
Decayed images of a past life...
someone's moments lost forever
but his memories are hidden everywhere...
if you look behind the corner
you will find that he still lives there...
Images from the past
hidden for the eyes of tomorrow...

by
His wife was taken unexpectedly and most unfairly. She had everything to live for and her life had been stolen away.
When he returned home from her funeral he thought he heard her voice, asking him to tell her about his day, but was just his imagination, his wishful thinking.
He curled up on the floor, listening for her.
With the first light of the morning his simmering rage boiled over. Tables were overturned, chairs smashed against the doors and windows, fire set to the walls.
He ran from the house, desperate to escape this hollow existence - void of meaning without his wife...

by
The shell of a previous life, outgrown and forgotten.
Echoes of love and laughter, shared meals and secrets, exchanges over a family table. Perhaps the shell grew too small, or maybe it's contents shriveled up inside. Perhaps there is a man, right now, remembering the sky blue walls of his youth.

By
Eίμασταν πρόσφυγες......
Πρόσφυγες από τον τόπο μας.... πρόσφυγες από τη ζωή.....
ήρθαμε εδώ με όνειρα....... ελπίζαμε σε καινούργιες ανάσες......
τι θέλει ο άνθρωπος για να ζήσει..... μια σκεπή στο κεφάλι του.... ένα τραπέζι να ακουμπήσει το ψωμί του.... και αγάπη για να μοιραστεί το όνειρο.......
πόσα περάσαμε από τότε........
τι απόμεινε......
σκουπίδια αναμνήσεις......
το μικρό τραπέζι με το κόκκινο συρτάρι που καμάρωνε η μάννα......
το γραφειάκι αναποδογυρισμένο που περνούσε ο πατέρας τις νύχτες κάνοντας τους λογαριασμούς της ζωής μας....
και η σπασμένη πόρτα .... τότε που ο μικρός Γιαννάκης μας πέταγε το τόπι του και όποιον έπαιρνε ο χάρος...
ακόμα δεν κατάλαβα μετά από τόσα....
γυρίσαμε άραγε ή φύγαμε....
ποιός να μου πει....
και γιατί άλλωστε......

by
My story behind this would have to be about a man and his dog. He's lost his family and is an alcoholic. he and his companion lived in this trusty isolated home until he could bear his demons no longer.

by
The slamming doors and broken glass echoed in her memory. The caked flower remained under the table where all of the cookies had been made. Black lines marked where she had grown 2" that summer. That smell, the smell of blood was suffocating. It was still there, the shreds of the newspaper that had changed their lives forever.

by
In Honor of the Victims of Hurricane Ike, Galveston, Texas
"We were ordered to evacuate, to leave our homes, head inland. After the storm passed, we were not allowed to return. No electricity, no running water, gas, etcetera. Finally, the heroic crews managed to clean up enough to allow us to return and assess damage, possibly salvage something. I don't think anybody could have imagined the heartbreaking wasteland that awated us. So many homes, places of life and families, reduced to rubble - as we might step on an ant mound ourselves. We were fortunate; we still had some walls. I tried to be thankful, because we had so much more than our neighbors around us. It was a lovely, sunshiny day."

by
I picture a post-apocalyptic setting in where, after a couple of years of darkness, the sun finally came out. The inhabitants of that place, after seeing the sudden change of light mood, decided to break out the glass of the door and ran to the outside to see the sun in all its glory.

by
His glance wandered over the broken door, the toppled table, the riven curtains until it met her.
She stood there, in her little magenta dress which he had bought her some years ago, her eyes as red as the garment.
Not long ago it had hurt him to see her cry, but now he did not care anymore. She had not cared for him, had she?
"S-sorry", she sobbed. "Sorry, d-darling!" He ignored her. He would not hurt her- his anger had been replaced by callousness. He did not want to see her, or the house they had lived in for so long, ever again.
He turned and left the room, left the building, without looking back.
Half an hour passed. She did not move, she just gazed at the door through which he had walked away. He would not come back. She knew it. And she knew that she could not stay neither. People must have heard the noises. People would ask questions.
Maybe she could sojourn at her parents' until she found a new place to live.
Silently crying, she packed her things and left.

by
"This house had seen families, it had seen love, it had seen hate. But now it doesn't see much of anything. And maybe it's better that way. Maybe it's time to fade away, to decompose and return to the earth, leaving behind the good and the bad, reducing it's deep seated scars to dust and ash, and blowing away when time picks up the dust.... "

by
Life leads us far and wide
Sometimes without notice
But never fear for that you'll lose
'Cause opportunity arises
Seize the day before it's gone
And you might find yourself
A wealthy man
Meandering
Somewhere along the horizon

by
They lived to celebrate their 63rd wedding anniversary.
He died first, happy and content, with her at his side.
She was confused and didn't know what life meant without him. She didn't last 6 months after his death.
In honer of their parents everlasting devotion, the house was kept, tidy with memories and soon to be restored. The youngest son will move in with his new wife and baby daughter.

by
"Each time I remember it, something changes. A detail from an object, the opening of the door, the color of the light. The smell.
Each time I remember it, something breaks inside of it. The windows shatter, the ground shakes, the paint flakes and dries out.
Each time I remember it, there's a wound that goes away and a scar that appears. It grieves for me and takes the pain away..."


by
Non esiste per un padre dolore più grande che perdere la propria figlia.
La stanza che è dentro ciascuno di se...resta così...e questa fotografia è solo una pallida idea della stanza del cuore...

By
There is one street, and in that street one house, which would be just an ordinary house in a long line of houses, so typical for this part of the world, if it was not so distinctively different and
occupied the attention of all the people that passed by. It's fasade was so usual, so colorful, with ivy growing all around it and beautiful iron door made in a shape of little branches and leaves. This house was truly a surreal creation. Inside this house, behind beautiful iron bars lives one bird, beautiful and colorful as the house itself. And today is a beautiful sunny day. Sun is shining and the sky is blue and all that cliches. Bird in a a beautiful colorful cage, behind iron door looks at the sun and the blue skies and dreams of flying high. Than one hand opens the door. Birds little heart was bumping like crazy. The dream will become reality now, all wishes
will be for filled. Slowly, bird spread her wings and flew! Happiness, delight, freedom!
Her wings, not used to flying starts shivering. Panicking, at the end of her strength, bird came back to her cage. She realized that she is not born to live somewhere else. She will continue to dream looking at the skies, clouds and sun. But, she knows where she belongs now.
But, I wonder, what would happen if that hand that opened the door,
closed them for the bird?

By
She walked slowly in front of the door searching her keys in her bag, so tired from the long trip... as she raised her head , she heard small noises coming from inside the house... Now she was surprised as she didn't expect anyone to be at home at that time of the day... she finally found her keys... waited for a minute, holding her breath. She inserted the key quietly at the door which opened slowly... and then moved towards the bedroom from where the voices were coming... She saw him... - His hands caressed another woman's body. The other woman moaned as the waves of pleasure swept through her. She turned her back to the sight, kicked the table upside down, walked away and never came back... It was a happy home one day...

By
The light entered the place, sight of god right into my heart. Warm feeling replaced fright, and I felt His presence, around me, inside me. I would always feel secure… As long as sunlight could touch my eyes.

By
"I was back there. It had been ten years. I was too young then, to fully understand. That it would left such a mark.

The place is pretty much the same as I had left it. The walls are still matching the colour of my soul. The broken glass is equal to my heart, unfixable. The only sense of the time that had passed were the leaves, mildewing along with me...

And now, after so much time, after I thought I had moved on, I still feel you. I still love you."

The exterior of this house can be seen here: [link] ]]> This time, I'd like to ask you to write me the story of this house, in few lines...
And here's your wonderful stories:

by
Thought we would be together for ever,
making our home the way it should be made for a long life and love.
But I can never forgive her now, the way,
that day
she just got up
and got out.
I stayed a while.
But my heart was in the walls and doors and in the furniture too,
all singing... I so loved you.
It was time to move out,
get out
and get somewhere else.
Abandon the old pain.

by
Decayed images of a past life...
someone's moments lost forever
but his memories are hidden everywhere...
if you look behind the corner
you will find that he still lives there...
Images from the past
hidden for the eyes of tomorrow...

by
His wife was taken unexpectedly and most unfairly. She had everything to live for and her life had been stolen away.
When he returned home from her funeral he thought he heard her voice, asking him to tell her about his day, but was just his imagination, his wishful thinking.
He curled up on the floor, listening for her.
With the first light of the morning his simmering rage boiled over. Tables were overturned, chairs smashed against the doors and windows, fire set to the walls.
He ran from the house, desperate to escape this hollow existence - void of meaning without his wife...

by
The shell of a previous life, outgrown and forgotten.
Echoes of love and laughter, shared meals and secrets, exchanges over a family table. Perhaps the shell grew too small, or maybe it's contents shriveled up inside. Perhaps there is a man, right now, remembering the sky blue walls of his youth.

By
Eίμασταν πρόσφυγες......
Πρόσφυγες από τον τόπο μας.... πρόσφυγες από τη ζωή.....
ήρθαμε εδώ με όνειρα....... ελπίζαμε σε καινούργιες ανάσες......
τι θέλει ο άνθρωπος για να ζήσει..... μια σκεπή στο κεφάλι του.... ένα τραπέζι να ακουμπήσει το ψωμί του.... και αγάπη για να μοιραστεί το όνειρο.......
πόσα περάσαμε από τότε........
τι απόμεινε......
σκουπίδια αναμνήσεις......
το μικρό τραπέζι με το κόκκινο συρτάρι που καμάρωνε η μάννα......
το γραφειάκι αναποδογυρισμένο που περνούσε ο πατέρας τις νύχτες κάνοντας τους λογαριασμούς της ζωής μας....
και η σπασμένη πόρτα .... τότε που ο μικρός Γιαννάκης μας πέταγε το τόπι του και όποιον έπαιρνε ο χάρος...
ακόμα δεν κατάλαβα μετά από τόσα....
γυρίσαμε άραγε ή φύγαμε....
ποιός να μου πει....
και γιατί άλλωστε......

by
My story behind this would have to be about a man and his dog. He's lost his family and is an alcoholic. he and his companion lived in this trusty isolated home until he could bear his demons no longer.

by
The slamming doors and broken glass echoed in her memory. The caked flower remained under the table where all of the cookies had been made. Black lines marked where she had grown 2" that summer. That smell, the smell of blood was suffocating. It was still there, the shreds of the newspaper that had changed their lives forever.

by
In Honor of the Victims of Hurricane Ike, Galveston, Texas
"We were ordered to evacuate, to leave our homes, head inland. After the storm passed, we were not allowed to return. No electricity, no running water, gas, etcetera. Finally, the heroic crews managed to clean up enough to allow us to return and assess damage, possibly salvage something. I don't think anybody could have imagined the heartbreaking wasteland that awated us. So many homes, places of life and families, reduced to rubble - as we might step on an ant mound ourselves. We were fortunate; we still had some walls. I tried to be thankful, because we had so much more than our neighbors around us. It was a lovely, sunshiny day."

by
I picture a post-apocalyptic setting in where, after a couple of years of darkness, the sun finally came out. The inhabitants of that place, after seeing the sudden change of light mood, decided to break out the glass of the door and ran to the outside to see the sun in all its glory.

by
His glance wandered over the broken door, the toppled table, the riven curtains until it met her.
She stood there, in her little magenta dress which he had bought her some years ago, her eyes as red as the garment.
Not long ago it had hurt him to see her cry, but now he did not care anymore. She had not cared for him, had she?
"S-sorry", she sobbed. "Sorry, d-darling!" He ignored her. He would not hurt her- his anger had been replaced by callousness. He did not want to see her, or the house they had lived in for so long, ever again.
He turned and left the room, left the building, without looking back.
Half an hour passed. She did not move, she just gazed at the door through which he had walked away. He would not come back. She knew it. And she knew that she could not stay neither. People must have heard the noises. People would ask questions.
Maybe she could sojourn at her parents' until she found a new place to live.
Silently crying, she packed her things and left.

by
"This house had seen families, it had seen love, it had seen hate. But now it doesn't see much of anything. And maybe it's better that way. Maybe it's time to fade away, to decompose and return to the earth, leaving behind the good and the bad, reducing it's deep seated scars to dust and ash, and blowing away when time picks up the dust.... "

by
Life leads us far and wide
Sometimes without notice
But never fear for that you'll lose
'Cause opportunity arises
Seize the day before it's gone
And you might find yourself
A wealthy man
Meandering
Somewhere along the horizon

by
They lived to celebrate their 63rd wedding anniversary.
He died first, happy and content, with her at his side.
She was confused and didn't know what life meant without him. She didn't last 6 months after his death.
In honer of their parents everlasting devotion, the house was kept, tidy with memories and soon to be restored. The youngest son will move in with his new wife and baby daughter.

by
"Each time I remember it, something changes. A detail from an object, the opening of the door, the color of the light. The smell.
Each time I remember it, something breaks inside of it. The windows shatter, the ground shakes, the paint flakes and dries out.
Each time I remember it, there's a wound that goes away and a scar that appears. It grieves for me and takes the pain away..."


by
Non esiste per un padre dolore più grande che perdere la propria figlia.
La stanza che è dentro ciascuno di se...resta così...e questa fotografia è solo una pallida idea della stanza del cuore...

By
There is one street, and in that street one house, which would be just an ordinary house in a long line of houses, so typical for this part of the world, if it was not so distinctively different and
occupied the attention of all the people that passed by. It's fasade was so usual, so colorful, with ivy growing all around it and beautiful iron door made in a shape of little branches and leaves. This house was truly a surreal creation. Inside this house, behind beautiful iron bars lives one bird, beautiful and colorful as the house itself. And today is a beautiful sunny day. Sun is shining and the sky is blue and all that cliches. Bird in a a beautiful colorful cage, behind iron door looks at the sun and the blue skies and dreams of flying high. Than one hand opens the door. Birds little heart was bumping like crazy. The dream will become reality now, all wishes
will be for filled. Slowly, bird spread her wings and flew! Happiness, delight, freedom!
Her wings, not used to flying starts shivering. Panicking, at the end of her strength, bird came back to her cage. She realized that she is not born to live somewhere else. She will continue to dream looking at the skies, clouds and sun. But, she knows where she belongs now.
But, I wonder, what would happen if that hand that opened the door,
closed them for the bird?

By
She walked slowly in front of the door searching her keys in her bag, so tired from the long trip... as she raised her head , she heard small noises coming from inside the house... Now she was surprised as she didn't expect anyone to be at home at that time of the day... she finally found her keys... waited for a minute, holding her breath. She inserted the key quietly at the door which opened slowly... and then moved towards the bedroom from where the voices were coming... She saw him... - His hands caressed another woman's body. The other woman moaned as the waves of pleasure swept through her. She turned her back to the sight, kicked the table upside down, walked away and never came back... It was a happy home one day...

By
The light entered the place, sight of god right into my heart. Warm feeling replaced fright, and I felt His presence, around me, inside me. I would always feel secure… As long as sunlight could touch my eyes.

By
"I was back there. It had been ten years. I was too young then, to fully understand. That it would left such a mark.

The place is pretty much the same as I had left it. The walls are still matching the colour of my soul. The broken glass is equal to my heart, unfixable. The only sense of the time that had passed were the leaves, mildewing along with me...

And now, after so much time, after I thought I had moved on, I still feel you. I still love you."

The exterior of this house can be seen here: [link]

]]> http://stamatisgr.deviantart.com/art/Push-Me-Real-Hard-313541735 http://stamatisgr.deviantart.com/art/Push-Me-Real-Hard-313541735 Mon, 09 Jul 2012 02:07:29 PDT Push Me Real Hard nonadult photography/civilization/urbanex StamatisGR http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/s/t/stamatisgr.jpg?6 Copyright 2012-2013 `StamatisGR Industrial Ghosts with 24 new images.

"There are no people in these images. Or are they? If you look carefully, you’ll see the traces of human life that once was thriving inside these wrecked walls. You’ll see dreams, sweat, blood, expectations, hopes…"

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"There are no people in these images. Or are they? If you look carefully, you’ll see the traces of human life that once was thriving inside these wrecked walls. You’ll see dreams, sweat, blood, expectations, hopes…"

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