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Continuing with Amateurish clicks, pictures taken during Southampton visit last August:






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Indigo Nyx said…
i love 'Through the woods' and Old City Wall... very eerie!
bhaskar.... said…
its very nice....keep going..mast ahai dost....
Nitin Sinha said…
Psycho: Yeah, thts my fav too. :)

Bhaskar: Yups, lots more to come, keep watching ;)
Anonymous said…
all very spectral...nice shutter-work...
Anonymous said…
why the deafening silence?? quit blogging? upto something new again?
Łóòň Ġãĺ said…
nice ones esp the last one :)
Nitin Sinha said…
Projit: That was made possible because you provided a roof at Southampton, so Thanks :)

Ranjit: Yeah, actually been trying my hands at something else, but NO, heven't quit blogging, will get back soon.

Loony: Thanks, keep visiting :)
youre attempt at the pictures is cute actually
Nitin Sinha said…
perplxin3xan: Thank you, keep visiting :)
Anonymous said…
Wonderful pictures.All are beautiful, but I love the first picture in particular. It reminded me of Robert Frost..where he says in, The Road Not Taken- "Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference."
Keep up the good work, Nitin.
Nitin Sinha said…
Butter: Thank you for visiting. :)

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