Softly and quickly the flow of the Ouse takes the images of man.
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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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- The illusion of stillness.
- Daring the flow
- Washed up and beached by flood and wind.
- A memory of a figurehead breaking into the waves
- The last post catches the ripples.
- Like broken ship hulls, the trees await the ebb of...
- As the chimney smokes, the river flows, the work o...
- In the morning rain, the city takes on a different...
- Bandstand playing to the fallen.
- Reflections on the past.
- Softly and quickly the flow of the Ouse takes the ...
- Echoing a ocean giant setting a course on the tide.
- Shattered by rain and wind, the gentle giant lays ...
- Markers stand unwanted as the water rises.
- Growing out of the flood, the tree stands against ...
- Canute-like against the rising flow, yet still loc...
- Like a ship awaiting her launch, the flood kisses ...
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