One Angle At A Time

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So many aspects of our little town make it intriguing, and while my focus has been on the natural areas, I am also drawn to the architecture and history, so one angle at a time, I’ve decided to start exploring each element.

Photos of St Marys, Ontario, Canada, submitted for Lens-Artists Photo Challenge: angles.

8 thoughts on “One Angle At A Time”

Leya says:

August 22, 2019 at 5:11 am

I agree with Tina – it looks like a lovely place! The second shot of that lovely building is my favorite. Intricate patterns in the iron fence and the roof is all in angles.

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  August 22, 2019 at 3:39 pm
  
  Thank you!
  
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awisewomansjourney says:

August 21, 2019 at 12:55 pm

Nice angles V.J.! The town is also beautiful like the nature you are surrounded by! 😀 ❤

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  August 21, 2019 at 10:04 pm
  
  It is a very picturesque place. Thanks.
  
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oneletterup says:

August 21, 2019 at 9:51 am

Such interesting architecture! So different from the plain lines in my little town.

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  August 21, 2019 at 10:03 pm
  
  There is quite a bit of history here. Something I need to research further.
  
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Tina Schell says:

August 21, 2019 at 9:02 am

Excellent idea VJ! Looks like a lovely place

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  August 21, 2019 at 10:03 pm
  
  Thanks Tina.
  
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