Sunday, 7 September 2014

The Bournemouth Conspiracy (12 Exp.)

It's that time again.
Mrs Blackout and myself have been to our happy place, namely Bournemouth. Would you like to see my massively self-indulgent photographs? Oh, you would? Here they are, then.

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Foliage. Slider. Ghosts.
Skylight. Beacon. Secret.
Porthole. Closed. Telescope.
Fleet. Idling. Waves.

Earlier excursions into heavily filtered pretension can be found at...
Bournemouth Photodump
The Bournemouth Identity
The Bournemouth Supremacy
The Bournemouth Ultimatum

...and I make absolutely no apology whatsoever for the pun-like nature of the titles.

This sort of dreadfulness happens all the time on my Instagram feed. Come and join me, I love other people's hipster photographs almost as much as I love my own.

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