Birth place of the shaving brush.
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A day of rolling clouds and sunshine, a world heritage site and a camera. The rest is just a question of pointing and hoping. Please respect the copyright of the photographer.
About Me
- gateway1
- Learning to view the world anew and share the things I see. Each day is a new step on old paths revisited. So guess that makes me just one more passenger on this planet of ours.
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- The light fell and the fallen traveller saw the pa...
- In the hidden shadows, the temple watches the refl...
- To wait, to serve, to contemplate.
- Daring to break free from the crowd.
- open roofed and still standing proud
- Does any one have a plumb bob?
- The trick is to speak low and project from the bel...
- Sometimes all we can do is stop and stare.
- Tourists now wander in hushed tones of praying pri...
- Optical illusions play tricks upon the path way to...
- The remaining plaster holds echoes of what once was.
- By light, the way was opened up.
- Shadow tears of memories past.
- Against the flow of the stream, life played all it...
- From gentle flow to playful leap of living.
- Lost in feeding, the swan is blind to the gentrifi...
- Of swans, lakes and reflected fading glories.
- Timeless are the clouds as they watch the repeated...
- It will look nice when they finish it.
- Up here in Yorkshire, everything's big lad!
- The worm keeping an eye out for the circling crows.
- It comes down to a question of scale, big building...
- The hatchback jumped over the abbey.
- Of doorways, windows and pillars.
- Light opening up the dark.
- Chasing pillars of light and shadow.
- Like an elephants hide, the bark spilts as the tre...
- The monks hiding place was given away by the elect...
- Of high clouds and tall towers.
- Birth place of the shaving brush.
- In the gentle breeze, the children started to leav...
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