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All that Jazz at a Jazz&Blues Festival. “Come on babe why don’t we paint the town And all that jazz I’m gonna rouge my knees And roll my stockings down And all that jazz Start the car I know a whoopee spot Where the gin is cold But the piano’s hot! It’s justy a noisy hall Where there’s a nightly brawl And all that jazz” – … Continue reading All that Jazz
Shapes on the ShoreLine: At the seaside in winter. Living near then coast in NW England provides many opportunities for a keen photographer. (And, believe me, you have to be keen to venture out in the biting winds that were blowing when some of these photos were taken.) In summer these are good places for street photography. In winter it’s the shapes that I like to … Continue reading Shapes on the ShoreLine.