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46 045 approaches Arley with the 12.06 departure from Bridgnorth with 5580 awaiting the road. Is that a www.flickr.com/photos/jimthejoker/ lookalike on the bank?
A quiet moment observed through the windows of a London bus three separate frames, three different states of mind. From distraction to introspection to connection, each passenger occupies their own world despite sharing the same space. Subtle reflections, rain-textured glass, and the saturated reds of the bus create a cinematic urban narrative rooted in everyday life.
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Open up your house that has no views by placing a window view on your wall.
Adding a window framed image to your wall can create a sense of depth, light and openness to a room, especially a room where there are not many ..... or no windows.
Enjoy this colorful beach sunrise landscape whilst relaxing in your living room or kitchen. Or, what a relaxing view for your office.
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jewelry-holder made out of an old window I found on the street.
steps:
1. find old window
2. break out glass with hammer (funnest step)
3. on back of frame, stretch lacey fabric or muslin, using tacks
4. install ceiling hooks, make wire loops, hang window
5. hang jewelry from fabric, or add tacks to front of frame to hold necklaces
A tropical view framed like a painting—lush gardens, swaying palms, and a glimpse of the ocean beyond. Sometimes the best scenery is found when you simply look outside.
The Boat Belfast Tower was awarded a globally recognised architectural award in 2011 for innovation. The Big Fish is a printed ceramic mosaic sculpture depicting newspaper articles and characters from Belfast history.
North London cafe culture.
Photo book publisher, photographer & digital printer par excellence, Kevin Newman, making photograph's as wpnewington.
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Yesterday morning I parked myself in Cafe Nero (as usual) with a large black coffee (as usual) and the Observer (as usual). It made me think about how often I get into routines... Some - like the one that involves me, my newspaper and a black coffee - are just wonderful, whilst others can be a pain.
It was a lovely morning and the sun was shining with real intensity through the old sash windows and in to the building. The shot was taken at the very top of the stairs, with the camera on the floor. The building used to be Reigate's town hall but now it's rented out by the council after a lengthy but tasteful refurbishment programme.
Detail from the enclosure of a fish-cleaning and filleting booth at the public fisherman's pier on the North end of Seattle's downtown waterfront.
Parking garage at night, Masson Mills Shopping Village.
13th September 2012 — GBR, Derbyshire
Kodak Ultra Max 400
Canon EOS Rebel G (500N)
Canon EF 28-135mm f/3.5-5.6 IS USM
Hoya UV(O) filter
Not a quickie, i had time to get my camera and take a series of photos as they lingered more or less comfortably in the morning shade. The next generation of anoles is assured.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=denwnl4ZY94 With Ella Fitzgerald's recording of Cole Porter's classic song,
LET'S DO IT LET'S FALL IN LOVE
Kandy Railway station, Sri Lanka. This was the second image taken of this family. First shot was where the mother was looking at her children so I asked if she wouldn't mind looking at the camera. So pleased she did. Press L
Victorian trackside garage/workshop with major structural issues.
The bottom of the doors is the location of the original set of the Tom & Jerry cartoons.
On the right hand side (2nd window down), there is a conversation going on between a woman with her arms crossed and a bloke with his hands in his pockets, bending over backwards !.
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The waters of the Rochdale Can at Hebden Bridge reflecting colourful window frames
Hebden Bridge, Calderdale, West Yorkshire, UK
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The university building on Thomas Street Sydney, with afternoon light across its vibrant windows and facade
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Bus garage, concertina doors.
Post War, Brutalist/Modernist, Grade ll* Listed building, opened in 1952, built on a residential site that was destroyed in the Blitz.
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A monochrome portrait suspended between glow and shadow — the subject leaning into a window’s soft mercy while the darker room pulls at the edges. The light traces the cheekbone like a memory trying to return, while the curtain breathes its own quiet story. This is a moment of stillness that feels like a threshold: half confession, half invocation. A study in contrast, vulnerability, and the quiet power of being seen without armor.
I.
The window keeps its vigil, patient as an old friend,
letting the morning spill its truth across my face.
Shadow gathers behind me like a history I’ve outgrown,
yet still I lean toward the light, unafraid of its naming.
II.
Some rooms hold their breath when you enter,
as if waiting for the version of you that never arrived.
But here, the silence feels earned,
a soft throne carved from the ache of becoming.
III.
I tilt my head toward the brightness,
letting it map the terrain of my unspoken thoughts.
Every highlight a confession,
every shadow a promise I haven’t broken yet.
IV.
The curtain whispers its thin voiced blessing,
a veil between what I was and what I’m willing to claim.
Even the dust seems to rise in reverence,
catching the light like tiny, wandering saints.
V.
There is a tenderness in leaning,
in letting the world hold you without resistance.
The window frame becomes a quiet altar,
and I, a pilgrim of my own unfolding.
VI.
The dark behind me is not an enemy,
only the echo of rooms I’ve already survived.
It clings out of habit, not hunger,
and I no longer mistake its weight for destiny.
VII.
Light sketches me with deliberate hands,
as if sculpting a future I haven’t dared to imagine.
I feel the shape of myself returning,
slow, steady, sovereign.
VIII.
So I stay here, between glow and shadow,
letting both claim their rightful place.
For this is the portrait of a life in transition—
a face learning to remember its own radiance.