This new office building has been going up for some months now and makes its own contribution to the fact that most of central Manchester is currently a building site.
Last day of March, and also the last day of this 136-day stretch spent solely in the UK. The last time I took (or could take) a photo from outside this country was day 813. However, I am off to Norway tomorrow.
No real chance for much more than a domestic scene today. The notable thing about this one was that as the clocks went forward last night, it was still light at 7.30 this evening. The world turns…
Heptonstall is the oldest part of Hebden Bridge, built several hundred feet above where the main town now stands. Its cemetery is home to the town’s most well-known deceased resident, Sylvia Plath. This part of the churchyard, located between the 19th century church seen here and its ruined, 15th century predecessor, is a Gothic playground of tombs that is always good for a photo.
And there’s your fifth Manchester shot in a row. There might be one on Monday but no more after that for a while. This commuting stuff? You can keep it 🙂
Fourth of the promised five-in-a-row from Manchester, where I will spend about 90% of this waking week. Today was the first day of the two-day “Mapping Information Landscapes” research seminar I have spent several months getting organised and it was good to relax at the halfway point with dinner on the fundholder. Considering I spend a reasonable amount of my working life with these three people (in different ways), none have yet appeared on the blog, so welcome, all.
Talk about a polarised day. The morning — glorious, beautiful sunshine, pleasantly mild. Then I arrived at work at the unusually early time of 8.15, emerged again 9 hours later, and it had become thoroughly chilly, grey and damp. There is a reason all my photos today were taken in the morning.
Anyway, here is the third of my mini-series — guaranteed 5-in-a-row of Manchester. I love the various lines on this shot. This is taken at the point Sackville Street meets Canal Street — the lady is just stepping onto the bridge that takes Sackville Street over the canal.
Here is the second of this week’s series of five guaranteed pictures from Manchester. One reason I am there so much this week is the presence of a group of visitors from the Sociology degree taught by our colleagues in Moscow, and today I took them on a walking tour of the city centre’s more sociologically interesting spots. Here Victor inspects the room in the People’s History Museum devoted to the key moments of industrial action in the UK in the 1970s/80s. This kind of thing is why the Tory Party withdrew funding from this place virtually as soon as they were elected in 2010. Oh, hang on — there is a mistake in that last sentence. They didn’t win the election. They haven’t won one since 1992, in fact.
I have to work all five days this week in Manchester and that happens very rarely. So I am making a point from Monday – Friday this week of having all my photos be of the city. It gives me a mini-challenge within the broader one. This is taken toward the end of the working day; as I took it I thought the guy had busted me, but whatever it is he’s noticed, it’s not me.
Apart from any innate qualities this pic may have, it is about time I proved to the world that I do occasionally stop up past midnight now and again. This is taken near City Square, Leeds. One guy makes his way home, the other may already be there. The third of the 941 pictures to be taken between 1.00 – 1.59am.
Maybe I’m the only one who can see, in this cloudscape, the figure of a kind of zooming, superhero Cloud Man, streaking across the sky with his blond hair flowing behind him in the wind. But as I can see it, that’s why I took the picture.
Being 42 