In this port, between the desert and the woods... we are waiting for a good Mejibó
  • photographersdirectory:

    Born in Senigallia (Italy), in 1987.
    27 years of friends, sea, mountains, cities, study, music, photos, sport, and love, of course.

    I have a diploma in piano (conferred at “Conservatorio G.Rossini” - Pesaro - 2010); I graduated in Telecommunications Engineering, Laurea, (UnivPM - Ancona - 2010). A good year, the 2010.
    In 2012 i graduated in Electronic Engineering, Laurea Magistrale (UnivPM - Ancona), and I’m a PhD Student actually.

    I express myself with camera and piano; free my mind on bicycle and on the skis.

    My shots are instinctive, but it is an instinct that always try to stay balanced. I love the landscapes and the nature and I want to show with photos the wonders that my eyes could see during my trips.
    I also love the countless stories that the cities and the faces can tell us in silence.

    My Tumblr Blog: LP’sSheets
    My Site: LucaPernini.com
    My Flickr: https://www.flickr.com/photos/pernin/

    The submitted picture is part of a set called Seven

  • (Source: helyna, via putaymasputa)

  • neaq:

    Visitor Pictures: Jellies, rays, jellies, sharks and rays. Looks like a fun time to us!

    Photo: theprettylittle-fool

  • marzimar:

                                                    {   MEXICAN TRADITIONS:  }
                                         Dɪᴀ ᴅᴇ ʟᴏs Mᴜᴇʀᴛᴏs // Dᴀʏ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ Dᴇᴀᴅ
                                        - Celebrated on November 1st and 2nd -

    It’s Day of the Dead in Michoacán. Lake Patzcuaro is preparing for those who are gone and
                                                     now returning: the dead.

    Everything is ready to guide , with aromas and light, the return of souls to their home, where
                                    an altar awaits them , welcoming them home.

                                    It’s time to nourish the soul. To live the tradition.

    The flight of the tiny, white butterflies accompany those whom with such devotion and joy embark towards the cemetery, full of flowers and fruits to decorate the graves of those who
                                                       have gone ahead.

    The cemetery fills with cempaxuchitl, the twenty flower blossom. All candles are lit and the encounter party begins: a long night of vigil, singing, and prayers -  where the dead return to
                                         celebrate with their own, the mystery of life. 

    (Source: Marzimar, via romy7)

  • foxville:

    S is for…

    A beach themed alphabet book for my illustration class!

    (via foxville)

  • warudo-shaking:

    the-classy-queer:

    I’m totally second row, second picture. Me and my Bae.

    I’m the last one :C

    I´m the last one, but with undies…

  • danielclandestino:

    La bici by José pulido

    Last one (i promise)
    Lol i just love his art so much

    (via putaymasputa)