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Every single building along the street is timber-framed (even the one on the very extreme left although it doesn't look it) and dates between the early 15th to early 18th century. All are listed either grade ll, or (rare for small domestic buildings) grade ll*
An amazing surviving streetscape in a small town packed with picturesque old buildings, and Bridge Street has the extra delight that it is the end of town; beyond the cottage in the distance is the long climb of Windmill Hill, lined with fine woodlands or fields.
The Eight Bells Pub on the right has a beautiful interior, with fine beams. At right angles to the street is the earliest part, a stunning medieval great hall with a spectacular open timber roof dating to the early 15th century.
Sadly the Eight Bells is very much laid out for dining with boring matching tables and has little traditional 'pub' space.
These guys are frequently seen during the cooler months of the year, like now. I was amazed yesterday when I went up in the woods, they were everywhere. I like taking photos of these guys but not when the forest floor is covered. They like Mossy areas which adds some degree of difficulty. Moss in my area usually grows over downed branches/trees. This was a 20 image stack taken with a higher ISO due to the ambient lighting. Perfect for the Dragan Effect (contrast)!
Taken with an iPhone 3GS (ShakeItPhoto app). Robinette's Apple Haus (Grand Rapids, MI). GR Flickr Photowalk.
Experimenting with very shallow depth-of-field macro with the Revuenon 55mm f/1.2 and Marumi achromat.
Viola odorata white flowering form at Malshanger, Hampshire. Along the lanes and around the format Malshanger this form is seen in the hedgerows. Strange a white flower should have the name 'violet'. www.plantlife.org.uk/things_to_do/grow_wild/?ent=266
Fomapan 400, developed in homemade Kodak D-76 (1927), 1+3 dilution
Holga 120N
Printed on 18x18 Fomaspeed Variant Velvet using homemade no name developer
This young vineleaf is growing on the house wall right outside my window.
The early morning sun was hitting it so strongly I first thought these shots might
not turn out. The brick wall in the back let it look rather pale so I changed my angle
until I had the red downspout behind. It is then when I thought... wow, great reds!
Here are two of the shootings.
Single Form, by Barbara Hepworth.
This sculpture stands in Battersea Park London, on the South shore of the lake, and is a smaller version of the one that stands at the United Nations in New York.
The first cast was made in 1963, and was displayed in an open air sculpture exhibition in Battersea Park.
In October that year, It was was shipped to America. It was donated to the Johns Hopkins University, and displayed in Washington D.C.
A second cast was also made in 1963, and was bought by the London County Council and installed at Battersea Park. (pictured here)
Hepworth doubled the size for a casting that would become the largest bronze artwork ever cast at Morris Singer's London foundry.
It was commissioned for the United Nations building, and was erected in New York in May 1964. This bigger version weighs 5.5 tonnes, and stands 6.4m high.
It has now stood at the United Nations for 60 years.
Pentax K-3 mk lll
SMC Pentax-DA* 50-135mm f2.8 ED [IF] SDM
Looking Close...on Friday!
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After the token for the single line section from Headbolt Lane has been surrendered to the onlooking Rainford Junction signalman 66099 'Glory to Ukraine' eases its heavy train, 6E26 1052 Knowsley Freight Terminal to Wilton EFW Terminal loaded binliner, away towards Wigan. The late June heatwave was taking effect here on this very hot and humid day.
Soo Line Train 77 from Superior with F7A 2203-A is arriving in Dresser, Wis. on Feb. 27, 1979. Single unit F units were common on secondary local type trains on the Soo in the 1970s but new GP38-2s are coming soon for this F7.
I pass this field almost every day and in fact, every year I look out over it at this time of year and remind myself to photograph the tree with the dark sky behind it contrasting against the gold. And every year I forget to go back, until today. And just in the nick of time as the farmer told me it's getting the chop tomorrow - the barley, not the tree!
I love trees; there's something so reliable, solid and dependable in a tree; something lasting; something that will outlive us all; something we can trust. This evening as I was basking in the fading sunlight glinting off the golden barley, I wondered about the tree and how deep her roots must be to hold her up in such an exposed spot.
For a friend, I lost today.
Bayou Chat Noir
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Texture by
Ellen Van Deelen