We were walking near a river one day and came across this old, abandoned watermill. The odd glow may have been something to do with the camera lens… but it adds a strange touch to the picture… and makes it perfect for a photo prompt.
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nice mill
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It is… near Ashford on the Water
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It is a lovely picture. The forgotten water wheel–or is it a grain harvester?–alongside the building strikes a mysterious note. What happened here to leave this so abandoned? Where are the people? Did you stumble on this place out of time and space? Will it disappear back into the fog for another hundred years? Does it feel haunted? I’m a practical person, and I generally don’t believe in ghosts…until I look at pictures and I can feel the eyes of the past staring out at me.
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It is a strange place, lost in a wood… in a landscape full of ancient mysteries.
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This is beautiful Sue where is it? Another lovely photo for the prompt well done, you have such an artists eye to capture these things. KL ❤
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This place is in a lost wood in Derbyshire… a very strange place.
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Seems you may have captured something ethereal 🙂 It does spark ones imagination!
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It is an odd place 🙂
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Beautiful things that are left to nature
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Its beauty seems enhanced by the nature that is swallowing it.
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What a lovely thing to stumble across. I’ll be interested to read what people come up with.
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So will I, Bun 🙂
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My pingback did not ping.
https://teepee12.com/2016/03/18/sue-vincents-photo-prompt-walls-have-ears-dont-they/
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Thanks Marilyn 🙂
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Not sure what happened with the pingback, but here you are… a short and sweet one for your prompt this week, It did flummox me, but the fairy folk helped again!
https://butismileanyway.wordpress.com/2016/03/19/ethereal/
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Thanks for taking part, Ritu 🙂
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I enjoy your photo prompts Sue 😊
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I’m enjoying reading the results 🙂
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A real variety!
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Norman hadn’t been back to the Mill in 70 years. He shuffled forward but a hand restrained him.
‘Careful. No accidents.’
Norman nodded. ‘Martin.’
One man frowned. ‘Who’s Martin?’ A second said, ‘His brother. He died here, as a kid. Norman’s been asking to come for the last ten years.’
‘Why now?’
‘He’s not long left. It won’t harm, one final farewell.’
‘Does he understand?’
‘Look.’
Norman had knelt down, tears streaking his cheeks. He looked at the men.
‘Poor old soul.’
Norman shook his head. ‘Me. I kill Martin.’ He made a pushing gesture with both hands. ‘Little shit.’
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Thank you, Geoff 🙂
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D’oh! Missed this one too – might still give it a go 🙂
And it’s a lovely photo – what a beautiful place!
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It is a lovely spot… sad to see it crumbling away though.
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Yes, it’s a real shame – there are so many places like that in this country, I wish they could all be saved.
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I’d save this one if I could…a perfect spot to live and write.
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Yes, it would be wonderful – I’d love to live somewhere like that, although I’ve always found water wheels a bit scary, for some reason…
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Maybe one too many Hammer horrors… or a leftover memory perhaps.
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Yes, I don’t know what it is, but I’ve always felt that way since I was a kid. I don’t like to get too close to them, especially when they’re turning.
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I get that going downstairs…not up, just down. Doesn’t matter how few…and I never fell down them as a child.
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Memory is an interesting place, isn’t it?
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All sorts of stuff locked up in there… 😉
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Thanks Helen 🙂
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