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Thursday, August 18th, 2016
21:31 - Well met in the woods
I met a dragon in the woods above Craflwyn in Snowdonia a couple of weeks ago. That admirer of dragons,  jackfirecat, would have approved, so I'm posting it here for his birthday.
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Sunday, April 17th, 2016
Wednesday, March 20th, 2013
23:00 - Angelic forms
Details of stained glass by Burne Jones in Youlgreave Church, Derbyshire.
 
 
From top left to bottom right, Matthew, Mark, Luke and John, each with his own whispering familiar dictating the good words that he must write.
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Friday, November 30th, 2012
16:55 - This morning
Eastern orange glow
Moon contemplates the new day
Neither blames nor absolves
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Thursday, August 23rd, 2012
02:33 - Win Hill
A couple of photos from a walk with a visiting friend up Win Hill, whose distinctive profile beckons as one drives out from Sheffield into the Peak District along the Manchester road. After the steep ascent to the top of the hill from the reservoir to the east, the gentle trail leading off towards the Hope Valley looks very inviting. Walking along it, one can keep looking back and catching glimpses of the rocky outcrop that forms the summit of Win Hill.
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Wednesday, May 30th, 2012
Friday, May 18th, 2012
23:03 - Open Plaques
I've been taking photos of plaques for the Open Plaques project.
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Monday, March 19th, 2012
21:40 - Dusk sky
Inverted skyline
Dark roofs wrap round pink grey clouds
Within each raindrop
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Monday, March 12th, 2012
21:35 - Evening, morning and noon
  
Photographs from my weekend, spent at Clumber Park on a National Trust working holiday. In between the work sessions, which consisted of chucking wood into a big scary chipping machine, I had opportunities to explore some of the park, such as the walled kitchen garden, lakeside, and the grandiose chapel. More snaps on flickr.
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Saturday, January 21st, 2012
23:11 - Moment
On the road to the park on the hill, the wires that radiate out from the telegraph poles to the terraced houses are slapping around so violently in the wind that I feel worried to walk underneath them. My eyes are streaming, and when I turn into the park I have to struggle to keep my course in the crosswind.
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