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More Royals

Royal Hotel, Singleton

Royal Federal Hotel, Branxton

Two more Royals for the collection.  I am sure there are more in the little towns in this area so I will be back one day to show you more but for the moment our exploration of this area ends here. As we head towards Newcastle the countryside becomes increasingly citylike which does not appeal to my photographic muse.  

This is also time to announce that I am opening up my Royal Collection to guest submissions.  I will be posting a contribution from Julie soon.  If you come across a Royal send me a snap and I will include it in the gallery.

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  1. I can't explain why I find this series of images so fascinating--I just do.

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  2. Oh good!
    Open for submissions!
    I'll have to keep an eye out.

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  3. What a coincidence! I've found an SA one that's not on your photo file!! Do you want a guest post? OR just the pic??

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  4. Hi, please email your Royal pics to the email address in my profile and I will post into the gallery acknowledging you as the contributor.

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