1000 words. Photos on GN.

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A few pics taken recently
A gift of roses
A gift of an owl from DGS, taken at the start of lockdown
On duty hare (Harold) in back garden.

Some posters have real photography talent, the sunsets, rainbows and sunrises are stunning.

In the 1950's I would spend my long school holidays with my paternal grandmother. Granny had a fish & chip shop, this was back in the days when fish & chips were wrapped in newspaper. My grandmother spoiled her grandson something rotten. How I love and miss her to this day.

One of her retail neighbours, George, or as it was back then to a small boy, Uncle George, ran a very busy cafe. Not a greasy spoon transport cafe, although lots of delivery drivers ate there, but a canteen style eatery, where office staff rubbed shoulders with both industrial and managerial types.

Uncle George had a juke box, when a record was on it's way down the charts, a new one, climbing up would replace it. I would be given that old record, complete with it's dust sleeve.

Sad to say, I didn't have any means of playing it, but I still took much pleasure from simply looking at it. Uncle George seeing this, gifted me a huge record collection of pre-war, African/American records, by artists unheard of by most on this side of the pond.

Years later, and by now a young man, I managed to afford a second hand Dansette record player. How I enjoyed those records. When I was about 21, maybe 22, granny sent me letter telling me of Uncle George's passing. Despite the lapse in contact, I still felt the pang that bereavement is.

Granny also added that Uncle George had left me something in his will. Oh my, what a wonderful surprise.

Wow ! That is one special bit of kit I would love to have that sitting in my living room.
Uncle George must have thought a lot of you.

Lovely story, Spangler

Such a wonderful story Spangler - does the jukebox still work?

I loved your story Spangler!
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I love it too.
It reminds me of a cafe in town long ago where the teenagers used to gather on Saturday mornings. It was the “cool” place to
be seen.
Is it working now you have it Spangler ?

Having a go at this photo of beach huts I took on a sunny day last month, not sure if this will work.....

Ureka

Eureka

Well done silverlining, a new technique discovered!
Lovely picture. I like stripey beach huts.

Thanks Ellianne I have mastered a new skill. I love beach huts too.

I really look forward to seeing these photos every day!

More beachuts, a whole wall actually.

One man and his dog.

Drat! I posted the wrong photo!

Lovely photos even without the man and his dog,
Greyduster

Snap!
But one woman and her dog!

I’ll offer a prize (a packet of fruit gums - I’ve opened it but most of them are left!) for whoever spots the man and his dog!

I claim my prize Greyduster

Seriously, though, they are both great photos!

I was thinking this morning what a wonderful invention digital photography is. All those packs of photos and negatives, many of which were awful so they went straight in the bin, although you had paid good money to have them developed; all that fiddling about with rolls of film.

I can see the dog. In one photo it's next to the man, in the other it's behind him.

One lonesome teasel. Watercolour painted for a card for a friend.

That’s lovely, Purplepixie