.นี่คือดินแดนของ Don Google ใช่มั้ย ยิ่งไอถ่ายรูปมากเท่าไหร่ฉันก็ยิ่งหลงใหลสถาปัตยกรรมและความหมายของสถาปัตยกรรมมากขึ้นเท่านั้น ตามที่ปรากฏที่นี่และทางตะวันตกในภูมิสถาปัตยกรรมโดดเด่นมาก มันเป็นเสียงทุ้มลงเปล่า ๆ และเปิดเผย ความตั้งใจใดก็ตามที่มีถ้ามีจะชัดเจนมาก Michael Light บ้านริมแม่น้ำแควขณะที่ฉันมาถ่ายรูปสถานที่สำคัญเหล่านี้มันชัดเจนขึ้นเรื่อย ๆ ว่าผู้มั่งคั่งเลือกที่จะแสดงความร่ำรวยผ่านสถาปัตยกรรมอย่างไรพวกเขาแสดงให้เห็นโดยการได้มาหรือได้มาซึ่งบางส่วนของที่ดิน - ที่ดินที่งดงามในทิศตะวันตกที่งดงาม - จากนั้นโดยการสร้างโครงสร้างบางประเภทที่นั่น พวกเขาต้องการแทรกตัวเองลงในสถานที่ประเสริฐที่สุดที่เป็นไปได้พวกเขาใช้เวลาประเสริฐอย่างที่เราทุกคนต้องการและอย่างที่ฉันทำ แต่จากนั้นพวกเขาก็พยายามฉายมันออกมาอีกครั้งผ่านกระจกสถาปัตยกรรมที่สกปรกและมืด คุณเห็นมันบนภูมิทัศน์ผ่านวิลล่านี้หรือ มันเป็นเวอร์ชั่นทางสถาปัตยกรรมที่ต้องการให้เป็นผู้แต่งที่แท้จริงของภูมิทัศน์ตอนนี้และเป็นส่วนหนึ่งของการเปลี่ยนแปลงอย่างฉับพลันจากภูมิทัศน์คลาสสิกที่ไม่มีผู้อาศัยไปสู่การสร้างภูมิทัศน์ของการออกแบบอนุสาวรีย์และความรุนแรงของเราเอง นั่นเป็นส่วนหนึ่งของสิ่งที่ฉันหมายถึงโดย "ผู้อยู่อาศัย Eest." ... ที่ดีที่สุดของทั้งสองโลกเชิญชวนให้นำเสนอของอ่างน้ำวนจากุซซี่, โดเมนที่ใกล้ชิดมากเท่าที่จะฟื้นฟูจิตวิญญาณของเธอหลังจากวันที่ยาวนาน ..treasure
.University pretty much passed me by in a haze of artistic wankery. The question of how I was even going to get a job with the skills I'd learned never really came up. I had always managed, somehow. I didn't like most of the time I spent in college. I knew I was learning nothing, and I started fantasising about doing something else. Like architecture or economics. Subjects with even more wank around them, with pretensions to science, and with the possibility of a great job - once you managed to find one (apparently a degree in architecture is among the top tep of useless degrees in this economic climate). I'd lost track of what I wanted to do, and what I wanted to get ,out of my life. It was easy too, pre-2008. Architecture and economics/business were also very attractive then. It's only on retrospect that I see how I'd been subtly influenced and manipulated by the climate of the times. So I'd picked up this Star Wars book, took it to bed, and started flipping through all the gorgeous pictures. The one thought in my head was "I really wish I could do that". I spent the night wondering how and why every drawing looked so good. I could draw well from life. I could draw anything. Figures, architecture, moving animals. But whenever I sat down with a blank piece of paper and tried to look into my head to come up with a world, there was nothing. It was like my imagination had been killed by all that academic wank I'd purposefully surrounded myself with. (That, and other things that I was sure were literally killing off my brain cells.) I can only remember explicitly thinking to myself "I wish I could do that" twice in my life. Looking at the pictures in the Star Wars book and after reading Neal Stephenson's Cryptonomicon. There must have been other times, but those are the ones I remember. The thing about novel writing is that it's a hidden skill. Due to high literacy rates in most countries, most people can write well, only very few can draw or play music well. But to write a novel, a genius novel, that's just something that can't be learned. Nobody can teach you how to write a novel. But with a lot of practice, you can learn how to illustrate the universe of Star Wars. Or the Game of Thrones. Or whatever. round up</ a> <
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the Syrian Civil War began, the four main warring factions were ISIS, Kurdish forces, the Assad government, and other opposition groups.
.University pretty much passed me by in a haze of artistic wankery. The question of how I was even going to get a job with the skills I'd learned never really came up. I had always managed, somehow. I didn't like most of the time I spent in college. I knew I was learning nothing, and I started fantasising about doing something else. Like architecture or economics. Subjects with even more wank around them, with pretensions to science, and with the possibility of a great job - once you managed to find one (apparently a degree in architecture is among the top tep of useless degrees in this economic climate). I'd lost track of what I wanted to do, and what I wanted to get ,out of my life. It was easy too, pre-2008. Architecture and economics/business were also very attractive then. It's only on retrospect that I see how I'd been subtly influenced and manipulated by the climate of the times. So I'd picked up this Star Wars book, took it to bed, and started flipping through all the gorgeous pictures. The one thought in my head was "I really wish I could do that". I spent the night wondering how and why every drawing looked so good. I could draw well from life. I could draw anything. Figures, architecture, moving animals. But whenever I sat down with a blank piece of paper and tried to look into my head to come up with a world, there was nothing. It was like my imagination had been killed by all that academic wank I'd purposefully surrounded myself with. (That, and other things that I was sure were literally killing off my brain cells.) I can only remember explicitly thinking to myself "I wish I could do that" twice in my life. Looking at the pictures in the Star Wars book and after reading Neal Stephenson's Cryptonomicon. There must have been other times, but those are the ones I remember. The thing about novel writing is that it's a hidden skill. Due to high literacy rates in most countries, most people can write well, only very few can draw or play music well. But to write a novel, a genius novel, that's just something that can't be learned. Nobody can teach you how to write a novel. But with a lot of practice, you can learn how to illustrate the universe of Star Wars. Or the Game of Thrones. Or whatever. round up</ a> <I'm going back to...But in retrospect, maybe he fixed his sights a little too rigidly on an arbitrary blind dateHowever harmless Saryandra_Sawitri’s project………to these queen of sweet,on the cremation event of prince Senanurak and prince Isara-soontorn as knwn Lord Jim. Who fought another law enforcement with Phamar to whom the drug lord was named it was he who lived in New O’ lean for the first time during the war in 1785. At the battle of Burbon st. and it had been resortment of the inheritance will for the first time,of the man whose early in line formerly known as mrs. Francis de guy_mar, the mother superior of Santacruz convent but this thoughtful consequence hanging on there until the estate in New O leans was smuggled by another trader whose queen Anne’s French villa bore his name only in the will of Thalang. And that for him only if he would windfall the profit of journey to this particular case
The Syrian Civil War is an ongoing multi-sided civil war in Syria fought between the Ba'athist Syrian Arab Republic led by President Bashar al-Assad, along with ...
the Syrian Civil War began, the four main warring factions were ISIS, Kurdish forces, the Assad government, and other opposition groups.
