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Californian mountains on a gray day.
Those same mountains.
They really were quite pretty with the expanse of nothing lying at their feet.
A stream attempting to cover itself with a layer of ice.
There was a reason this post couldn’t have a succinct and informative title. I had beautiful pictures like this that just didn’t fit in.
The zebra and the firebird.
“I saw a firebird once. A tiny little thing, even smaller than a hummingbird. Literally made of fire. It only lives for a minute. It blazes different colors and sings. It gets so bright you have to close your eyes. And when you open them, it’s gone.” —Torchwood, trying to be deep
Its colors look dripped on.
Pottersville, New York is right next to Minerva, New York. I doubt that I am the only one to have noticed this.
Sprinklers. Not rain.
Wow. That turned out really well.
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Great billboard.
Oh, the Addirondacks.
New York is so beautiful.
See?
Even when stormy.
Then to LA with a beautiful sunset from Western.
And the seldom recognized beauties of Downtown LA.
They don’t do concrete like that anymore.
Silhouettes.
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It didn’t stop after France, I went to a month long program in Oxford, ENGLAND to study British History and English Literature.
But before I got to Oxford, I spent half a week in Hastings. This is Bodiam Castle, the absolute best castle in the world. Can’t you tell why?
The inside of Bodiam from a tower. England—the most beautiful country on Earth.
Not only is Bodiam a brilliant Medieval castle, buuuuuut it also has a WW2 pillbox (which was never used).
And now, to Oxford, my favorite city on Earth. The Radcliffe Camera.
The garden of Broughton Castle, home of Lord Saye and Seele a.k.a. the grandfather of Ralph, Joseph, and Ranulph Fiennes. He was a very nice, very English old gentleman. And his house was instrumental in the English Civil War. When the Royalists took refuge in Oxford, Cromwell came to the nearby Broughton to make his plans.
Flowers in Broughton’s garden.
The Oxford Union. This is where I heard longest running MP, Tony Benn, speak. Another brilliant English gentleman.
On the wall of Oriel First Quad.
St. John’s College.
Oriel College from Oriel Square. The parking space at the bottom is reserved for the Doctor which makes it just THAT much better.
Looking out of Oriel Square towards the High Street. Gorgeous.
Oriel College Third Quad.
The maze at Blenheim Palace, the second largest privately owned “house” in England.
The Hertford Bridge over New College Lane connecting the old an new quads of Hertford College. It is NOT a replica of the Bridge of Sighs!!
Christ Church from across Christ Church Meadow.
Another view of Christ Church.
Christ Church from across St. Aldate’s.
I participated in an exchange program in France over the summer for 5 weeks and of course one can’t get out of something like that without a few great pictures.
Taken from the top of the tower of Chartres Cathedral.
The city of Chartres from the tower.
Yup. That’s Chartres.
A random country road in the village my correspondent’s grandmother lived in near Chartres. Her house was a beautiful late 18th century affair.
Ceramic flowers on a grave in Père Lachaise.
The wreath again.
Flowers in Monet’s garden in Giverny.
More flowers from Monet’s garden. My friend spent ages photographing the flowers; I wish I had a couple of his to show off.
Mont St. Michel.
Again Mont St. Michel. The stonework was beautiful. I read this book in fourth grade, The Mystery of Mont St. Michel, written in the 50′s and I fell in love with the place. Finally going there was amazing.
A crossroads in the Loire Valley.
Sacre Coeur. Though I really am not a fan of this building, nor the reason it was built, I still really like this picture.
Chateaux of the Loire. . . Here is the rooftop of Chambord. The tower of the wonderful double spiral staircase.
Rather a contrast from the picture of Chambord. Well, here’s Fougères. A chateau as well, but a random back part I don’t think tourists are supposed to ever see. But I like it.
