It was one of those low, red full moons over the wilderness of Brighton. The waves gently lapped the pebbled shoreline and some bloke was swearing at his kebab.
“In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees”
They seek him here, they seek him there. Those Frenchies seek him everywhere. Is he in Heaven or is he in Hell, that damned elusive...
...Scarlet Pimpernel...
Saw this little fella sunning himself on the Cleveland Way. Sorry about the crap phone photo because he moved too fast before I could snap him with my dslr
May as well mention that I’m now a professional photographer, running photo-tours.
A few places left for Assynt in Autumn if anyone is interested?
See below link https://www.karlholtby.com/assynt-photo-tour
I was at a Cub/Scout camp for the weekend and I managed to go for a short walk at sunset and got these shots. Handheld with no filters just one camera and lens
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