╰☆☆June☆☆╮'s photos
Vintage Cameras
Vintage cameras
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Kodak Brownie Reflex
Made in London. Approx 65 years old. 127 film.
Twin lens reflex
Vintage cameras
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Kodak Brownie Reflex
Made in London. Approx 60 years old. 127 film.
Twin lens reflex
Vintage cameras
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Exa Single Lens Reflex with a waist level viewfinder.
600230. Made in Dresden. 35mm. Approx 70 years old.
Vintage cameras
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Exa Single Lens Reflex with a waist level viewfinder.
600230. Made in Dresden. 35mm. Approx 70 years old.
Views over Whitby
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Whitby is a town, port and civil parish in the Scarborough borough of North Yorkshire, England. It is situated on the east coast of Yorkshire at the mouth of the River Esk, surrounded by the North York Moors national park and the heritage coastline.
A settlement with the Old English name of Streonshal was recorded in 656, when Oswy, the Christian king of Northumbria, founded the first Whitby Abbey, under the abbess, Hilda. The Synod of Whitby was held there in 664. In 867, the monastery was destroyed by Viking raiders, and was re-founded in 1078. It was in this period that the town gained its current name. In the following centuries Whitby functioned as a fishing settlement until, in the 18th century, it developed as a port and centre for shipbuilding and whaling, trade in locally mined alum and the manufacture of Whitby jet jewellery. The cliffs around Whitby hold ammonite fossils, and three green ammonites are featured on the coat of arms of Whitby Town Council.
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Venetian glass from Murano
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Together we stand...
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If you have a few minutes to spare, have a look at this....
www.youtube.com/embed/XRCIzZHpFtY?rel=0 ( www.youtube.com/embed/XRCIzZHpFtY?rel=0 ) (The journey to Mars)
The wise monkeys
The Watering Can
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THE WATERING CAN INCIDENT a poem by Bill Mitton
I said I hadn't borrowed it
so stop accusing me!
but the bugger wouldn't listen
how stupid can you be?
Anyway, the damned thing leaked!
and it was far from being new.
but he just went on about it
There was nothing I could do
So I soaked him with the hosepipe
By Gum! he did get vexed
if he hadn't fallen on his arse.
who knows where we'd been next.
He jumped up like a young un
his vengeance for to take
but he trod upon the upturned blade
and met the handle of the rake.
By eck! his nose looked awful
and his lip was cut as well
so he never saw the bucket
and so once again he fell
It could have been quite serious
so when you take it, all in all
he really was quite lucky when
the manure heap, broke his fall.
He staggered to his feet AGAIN
Yea Gods he looked a sight
and if he'd packed in at that point
he'd have probably been alright
but no, he'd got his dander up
he just would not see sense.
so in his rage he mistakenly
leaned on the broken fence
it's lucky that the duck pond
is really shallow at the back
unluckily when they get frightened
it's well known that, ducks attack.
He refused the help I offered
I tried to make the peace
but he slammed the gate behind him
and that upset the Geese
I think he got away unscathed
but I couldn't really see
he was hidden by the foliage
as he was sitting in the tree.
I put the Geese back in their pen
then I heard a yell and crash
the tree was now unoccupied
and he was face down in the grass
But just as quick he was up again
and running through the trees
which I thought rather strange until
I saw the pursuing swarm of bees.
Just then old Jack he ambled up
He said “Yon looks a busy man,
I’m sorry that I missed him though
I’ve brought back his watering can.”
The Union Flag
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The Union Flag, also known as the Union Jack, is the flag of the United Kingdom. It retains an official or semi-official status in some Commonwealth Realms; for example, it is known as the Royal Union Flag in Canada. It is also used as an official flag in some of the smaller British overseas territories. The current design dates from the Union of Great Britain and Ireland in 1801.
The Scarecrow
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The sands of time.
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The Rhythm of Time
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The Lovers
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The love of money is the root of all evil.
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Just experimenting with filter effects
Thought I would repost this, as its topical :((
Have a great day everyone.....if you can........
The love of money is the root of all evil.
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The last remnant of summer
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The Beach Huts, a poem by Mike Bliss
The weathered wood and peeling paint
Hints of days of glory past
When I skipped along the promenade
Past postcards beyond my ken.
But that was then, and now is now
They've had a lick of paint, but
Beach huts hark back to a quieter time
Of quiet children, well-mannered gentlemen.
We await the melted ice-cream cones
Leering from the sky
And corporate-suited gentlemen
Watching traditions die.
But it doesn't have to be this way
We can keep this place alive
With silly hats and fish and chips
Seagulls, and you and I.