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Point of Ayr Lighthouse, Talacre, North Wales.
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Having not messed up for some time I did it in spades on this evening. First I left my phone at home and I'm sad to say it made me realise just how much I've grown to depend on it. Just little things like planning to get a coffee from the McDonalds on the A55 and then following the Sat Nav from there down to Talacre.
Second I remembered to do everything before coming out except to put the battery back in my camera and my spare battery was on charge at home. Fortunately I had the other camera with me which I rarely do these days.
And thirdly I misread the sign on the car park and found myself locked in when I got back to the car. Couldn't find a pen to note the emergency number down that was on the locked gate and no phone to take a picture so had to memorise it.
There had been one other photographer up wind from me and he must've had the loudest beep for his timer I've ever heard and it was shot after shot of beep, beep, beep, beep, click. Five seconds later the same and this went on for 30 minutes+. There was also a lady walking her dog on the lead who kept shouting 'Oswald, Oswald, Oswald, come on boy, good boy, Oswald, Oswald, Oswald...'
He's on the bloody lead right next to you wtaf? then beep beep beep beep click.
So I still had those noises going around my head whilst repeating over and over the telephone number and deciding whether I could knock on someone's door at 10 O'clock at night. I decided against that instead opting for finding a late night dog walker on one of the many caravan parks. I finally found one and he kindly let me use his phone.
Security were fairly quick to be fair and when he arrived he slammed the car door and marched up to me with a very stern looking face and motioned for me to wind the window down.
"Under paragraph 3.1, sub section 2, directive 5 of the 1978 guidance laid out in the subsequent parliamentary act..." Oh shit, oh shit I'm going to have to pay a fixed penalty notice to be let out..... "I hereby inform you that unfortunately I'm unable to let you out unless you can provide me and the lads with Cornish pasties or at the bare minimum pork pies!"
Phew, what a guy:) An experience I don't wish to repeat!
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sign cho pỏn nợ từ đợt tết nha >"< hết nợ ;))
1)mất khả năng make sign ;______;
2)nhìn cứ ...............tởm.
3)thôi hết r =))
Beware Skiing Kiwis (Skiwis) !!
Road sign with Mt Ngauruhoe in the background.
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Emporia, Kansas. This was a tough back lit shot. It was such a striking building offering a redundant service and great font. I could not resist taking it.
The long abandoned and derelict tunnels beneath Piccadilly Circus tube station still bear hallmarks of their past days, such as these Victorian signs, designed by Lesley Green, pointing the once thronging crowds in the right direction.
Sign of Winter.
Dark-eyed Juncoes have returned to my yard in Chester County, PA.
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(blogged as: Katherine's Factory of Mystery and Wonder) My so-called-award-winning blog has been too half-assed and depressing and I haven't been posting there enough for a while now, so I try to make up for it by posting some photos there first. A whole bunch from this abandoned factory--I'll eventually have a Flickr set for it, but I've been catching up on vacation and/or friend photos here lately. I'm sure there's a boring explanation for all the "Man Doors" signs, but I found them hilarious!
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''Summers end will begin to cast its shadow by natures ways
by a seasons failing sun and the shortening of its days
autumn now by our universe and time will cool the air
and ready the trees their leafy coats that soon the earth will wear
their sap will soon be drawn to its roots among their place of birth
and autumn winds their veil of copper golds will begin their fall to the Earth
creatures all now feel it's change and must feed on autumns store
for ahead for them are hunger days when ice and snow are to the fore ''
Poem by Ironmonger (www.flickr.com/photos/ironmonger/)