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Set in a vale and surrounded by rivers and hills, all emptying to the ever nearing sea, the city of York is a photogenic journey of time. This blog journey also includes photos of Renaissace-Illuminating York www.renaissanceyork.org.uk for more info.Please respect the copyright of the photographer.
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- Learning to view the world anew and share the things I see. Each day is a new step on old paths revisited. So guess that makes me just one more passenger on this planet of ours.
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- Repeated patterns
- where night meets dawn.
- Sun rise before the rain.
- 10ft over and above
- A novel way of furniture and street cleaning
- So who do I report the over use of a hosepipe to?
- under the stance of the rightcious, the whispering...
- high flood mark
- Battered, fading, yet still standing.
- Layering of spring
- Ok where's my phonecall????
- The 22 annual gurning competetion got underway
- awaiting the tourist season while Fred still conte...
- both and once
- trumpeter at the gate
- colourful history
- light guiding the light
- The ravages of time
- classic view of an english rose
- taking it all in
- For St George flys the flag in the morning sun
- Whispering across the passage of time
- over looking and watching
- reused and rebuilt
- gentle is the hand that holds the reign of power
- awaiting the journey
- Security of the body and soul
- deep running and still
- Sunrise over the Minster
- The light of the sun breaking over the skyline of ...
- The city colours disappear into the gloom of morn...
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