Seen at twilight
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A random photo and a random story, both from England, on how things can look different when seen at twilight.
Yearly Archives: 2012
Seen in a shadow
Although I stopped making it a point to take photos every day when I ended my One a Day project, that doesn’t mean I’ve stopped looking around me every day for interesting photo opportunities. For example, while walking down a … Continue reading
What’s in a name
Technically we’re still in Scarborough here on the blog again today, but not for the photos. Instead we have a linguistically challenging pudding that Chris and I first encountered there.
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North Bay Reflections, Scarborough
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I have a few last photos from Scarborough with which to finish off my posts from that town. And there’s no better way to end than with a few reflections … in the photos, that is. 😉
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A Tale of Two Beachs: More North Bay
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As I have mentioned, we were fortunate to have some ideal weather in Scarborough. We spent 3 relaxing days there, with plenty of time to take photos. When not playing miniature golf, of course.
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A Tale of Two Beaches: Scarborough’s North Bay
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We turn now to the scenes from the North Bay. Since we were staying on the North Bay side of Scarborough, I did take a few more photos on that side, in addition to the panorama and the sunset ones. … Continue reading
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A Tale of Two Beaches: Scarborough’s South Bay
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There are two beaches in Scarborough, the North Bay and the South Bay. While I have posted just a couple of views of the North Bay (here and here), over the next few posts I’ll show a bit more of … Continue reading
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Tangled Webs
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I have tried to find any potential way to find a connection between modern-day Scarborough, Sir Walter Scott, his poem Marmion, and the photos I’m posting today.
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Going to the Dance
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No, it’s not me going to the dance, but rather a butterfly and a couple of bees that Chris and I spotted one morning in Scarborough.
