Wednesday 29th March 2023, 2.20pm (day 4,234)
These are not my tools. Six days we’ve been working on the problem, fruitlessly. Get a professional in and it’s sorted two hours later.
Still life of tools (not mine)
Being 42
Life, one day at a time
Author Archives: Drew Whitworth
Lost flowers, sort of
Tuesday 28th March 2023, 8.25am (day 4,233)
I despise litter, but sometimes there is, if not beauty, at least interest in it: frankly it’s amazing what gets chucked away. What these ceramic roses had been doing somewhere on or near Abingdon Street in Manchester, I have no idea, and whether they were broken first, then disposed of, or whether the breaking happened because they were chucked, who knows. Either way, call it my homage to the cover of the classic New Order albun, Power Corruption and Lies.
Gus and Bille outside
Monday 27th March 2023, 5.05pm (day 4,322)
This amount of light, sunshine and relative warmth at 5pm are definite signs of spring. The equinox is past us, the nights are only getting longer. Not that Gus looks all that happy about it.
Emma Hayes, Chelsea manager
Sunday 26th March 2023, 2.55pm (day 4,231)
Made one of my occasional forays into the sports media world. High enough to be obliged to display the corporate sponsorship, although no endorsement of any product is implied…. Emma Hayes is by now surely the longest-serving manager in any of the senior English football leagues (having been in charge of Chelsea in the Women’s Super League since 2012, and won it the last three seasons), but she presided over defeat today, 2-0 to Manchester City. In the press room afterwards: “Q: What went wrong today, Emma?” “A: We lost.” Nailed it.
Media City Footbridge
Saturday 25th March 2023, 4.30pm (day 4,230)
Found myself hanging out for the afternoon in the bits of Manchester that are so far out they are actually Salford, or is it Trafford. Salford Quays is a good-looking spot on a day of sunshine and showers. There were three or four shots that could have made it today. But I’ll go with this one: the shapes are pleasing.
Independent thought
Friday 24th March 2023, 12.05pm (day 4,229)
I think I might finally have provoked the students into some independent thinking. They were talking about something, anyway.
The optimism of spring
Thursday 23rd March 2022, 9.15am (day 4,228)
On another day of restricted horizons, the choice of pictures came down to this new bud, or a storm/sun combination shot from the afternoon. As I sometimes do, I asked Clare which her preference was, and she chose this one, considering “the optimism of spring” preferable. So yes, why not. Spring should be a time of optimism, even if just in little ways.
Blackburn station, evening
Wednesday 22nd March 2023, 8.55pm (day 4,227)
In terms of its aesthetics I quite like Blackburn station — at least at platform level (the subway below has been choked by excessive and largely non-functional ticket machines, though). The clutter of modern life throws off the symmetry of this shot but I gave it a go.
Pea nursery
Tuesday 21st March 2023, 9.30am (day 4,226)
How many of these peas will eventually sprout edible small green products remains to be seen: getting them started by the living room window is always the easy bit, each year. But we try.
Roofscape
Monday 20th March 2023, 10.40am (day 4,225)
Don’t expect much in the way of variety of scene over the next few days. I spent all the month’s money in Cornwall, and payday is keenly awaited. Even the pigeon turns away somewhat disdainfully from the camera as I try to inject some interest.
Being 42 