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I am about ready to cry because I had all 2000 characters typed up and then Flickr decided to time-out, and I had already deleted my back-up of what I typed up. It took me sixteen minutes to figure out and type what I was going to say, and now I am simply too tired to re-think and re-type it up. And the internet at home is even worse than when we were using an extender to boost it off of the WiFi from the main house when we were away. Excuse me whilst I scream and punch my pillow.
I think the only important thing to say now is my apology for this being late and that this photo was taken in an amazing bookshop that, if you are in the area, is well worth a visit - the people are lovely, the books are all amazing (they have quite a cool photography shelf on the fifth(?) floor, along with a map and world languages room, and they have a music room and so many cool rooms. Honestly, I think even my brother enjoyed it to an extent. It is in Buxton - 42, the High Street - you cannot miss it.
There has been a bookshop in this location since 1815 en though at the start it wasn't as big as it is now.
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Come winter, me somehow go to Carl Zeiss lenses. Planar type.
Carl Zeiss Ultron 50mm f1.8 concave. Modern lenses may be sharper and have better IQ in many aspects (when messured) but Ultron (pretty much all version of the lens, but this one in particular), have this sweet spot of sharpness, micro contrast, cooler colors and decent to quite interesting bokeh.
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Looks familiar?
Yes, this is the location of famous (one of my all-time favorites) movie.
Can you tell me what it is?
Here's another hint...
The smile on your face lets me know that you need me
There’s a truth in your eyes sayin’ you’ll never leave me
The touch of your hand says you’ll catch me if ever I fall
You say it best when you say nothing at all
... now that's already a giveaway! :D
Portobello Road, London
This is my grandson--he was given the opportunity to choose any book he wanted at our local small bookstore--Wild Geese Bookshop, Franklin, IN. He is a huge fan of stories, and of Star Wars, so his choice of a Pokemon guidebook was a surprise to me. Have to admit I know zero about Pokemon Go, but it was fun while they were visiting to watch him and his Mom chase creatures through several of our local parks.
Earlier this year, I walked into the Brazen Head bookshop looking for a book which has been out of print since the 1960s, The Art of Coarse Sailing. The shop was stuffed with shelves sagging under the weight of words and stories, each crying out to be heard. Without knowing where to start my quest in such apparent confusion, I approached the proprietor who was looking at the screen of an old computer. I asked if he had a database of all the titles in the shop. He passed a withering look which made me feel quite the fool. No! What are you looking for? he asked. I told him my title and without disengaging his stare, said up the stairs, room on the left, third set of shelves, under nautical. Amazingly, as if guided by the force of all those titles, I went straight to it. I enjoyed the book, in fact it transported me back to my childhood on the Norfolk Broads with an amazing brightness and clarity. Some days later I felt compelled to return it for someone else to discover. I was greeted by an elderly lady in the shop. I asked after the gentleman who originally served me. She gave me a quizzical look and replied that only she worked there and that most of the books, just like mine, had a habit of returning. It was then I realised the distinction between fact and fiction can become blurred, especially in the company of such a wealth of old stories, all clamouring to be heard.
A nice eye-catching red awning on this back-street bookshop.
Voigtlander Bessa folding camera from 1937
Skopar 105 mm f/4.5 lens
Kodak Portra 160 film
Lab develop & scan
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A street cleaner sweeps the pavement outside a bookshop selling former Turkmen President Saparmurat Niyazov's books in Ashgabat.