Panoramio is a geolocation-oriented photo sharing mashup owned by Google. Accepted photos uploaded to the site can be accessed as a layer in Google Earth and Google Maps, with new photos being added at the end of every month. The site's goal is to allow Google Earth users to learn more about a given area by viewing the photos that other users have taken at that place. The website is available in several languages.
The headquarters of Panoramio are located in Zurich; in the office building of Google Switzerland.
Panoramio was started in the summer of 2005 by Joaquín Cuenca Abela and Eduardo Manchón Aguilar, two Spanish entrepreneurs. It was officially launched on 3 October 2005, and by 19 March 2007, it had archived over 1 million user submitted photographs. Three months later, on 27 June 2007, the number of photos reached two million. After a further four months, on 25 October 2007, the number of archived photos reached five million. In May 2015, the number of uploaded photos (including deleted objects) exceeded 120 million. At 10:40, 12 November 2015 (UTC), The real existing number would be 67,121,664 by using the code provided by .
Walking down an alley
Deep in blue neon
A dead end for today
Under skyways worn
Concrete from far below
Rising up above
Surrounded by shadows
Garden without gods
All are strangers alike
All riding the blind
The purple of blind
The purple of their eyes
In reverie unwind
Circling sub-city
A rainbow appears
To calm down the fury
To calm all the fears
This random occurrance
Is only a sign
Of the incoherence
In the clockwork mind
A symphony of our time
Recalling the past
People in a decline
Denying the vibrations we're made of
Somber drama
Rolling down hill
Panorama
All is so still
Anyway, anyhow
Anyhow, anyway
End of all reason
Is what I go through
Yes, it is what I go through
Slip-sliding nation
Is what they must do
Yes, it is what they must do
Over the greying landscape
Under a deadened sky
Sitting on a mountain
I will stand aside
As I am a witness
I turn a blind eye
I am feeling helpless
But it passes by
Is this a modern legend?
Maybe a fairy tale
Just a future requiem
Cutting along the fiction that we're