mercoledì 13 ottobre 2010

Manus Costantini I

La mano destra della statua colossale di Costantino I, in una posizione sollevata, doveva reggere uno scettro con una croce.



11 commenti:

  1. I miei complimenti Sciarada, ottime foto.
    Una splendida giornata Ciao

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  2. Ciao Sciarada, grazie della tua visita è bello rivederti. Complimenti per le tue foto sempre ottime.

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  3. Impressive piece of art and the details are superb!

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  4. Great photos, Sciarada. I would like to see the sceptre and the crown!

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  5. That is so life like, I thought it was real until I saw the translation to English !

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  6. Wah! Very special sculpture! Is the hand of Roman Imperor?

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  7. Sciarada le tue foto sono veramente colossali!!!!

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  8. Superb details you are capturing, Charade!

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