Steve Bucknell's photos

Apologies if anyone was trying to comment. It was accidental.

Reflection.

My own installation creation, plus Hipstamatic effect.

Cathedral Chapter House.

The Earth, parked in Lincoln Cathedral, in the cool and shade.

My favourite of the many exterior stone carvings at the cathedral.

Photograph of an image projected onto the wall of a prison cell, Lincoln.

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"out and out the most precious piece of architecture in the British Isles and roughly speaking worth any two other cathedrals we have" John Ruskin.

Idylls of the King.

Barnsley striding out, or walking backwards. Barnsley rising from Eldon Street: 2let 2u, Vape, Admiral. Or declining forwards: the peak of a flat cap shading its eyes.

All that is seen beyond the reflection shivers And the words with which I look shiver and stand apart and look

Disused. Wath upon Dearne.

Pottery kiln, Wath-on-Dearne. After Hieronymus Bosch. Hipstamatic effect. Angels helping human souls to Heaven.