Photo Inspiration for February

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  1. Kelly Hashway20 February 2013 at 11:44

    I could stare at the first picture and the cemetery all day. Gorgeous!

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  2. Fi20 February 2013 at 11:58

    Thanks, Kelly. The first picture is in York and the cemetery is a Scottish one that my father dragged my mother and me round in his search for family history.

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  3. Hiyacynthia21 February 2013 at 05:39

    I like the statue and cemetery pics the best. I should take more photos. I've just been lazy.

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  4. brenda21 February 2013 at 06:22

    They only remind me how very much I need a holiday. There is nothing quite like the cemeteries in the UK.

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  5. Patricia5 March 2013 at 14:02

    I just stumbled onto your Photo Inspiration page. Very nice! Do you ever enter any of the Photo Challenges online? There are many and I find them a great break from writing. Take a look!

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    1. Fi5 March 2013 at 15:00

      Thanks, Patricia. I'll have to have a look for those.

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