Friday 15th August 2014, 2.00pm (day 1,086)
As seen in the “Comics: Art and Anarchy” exhibition at the British Library in London this afternoon.
As seen in the “Comics: Art and Anarchy” exhibition at the British Library in London this afternoon.
To call the weather over the last 7 days ‘unsettled’ is a gross understatement — it’s hardly been the same for half an hour at a time, all week. This was taken as I exploited a relatively sunny period this afternoon to grab more blackberries. (I seek to make wine again.) Most of the rest of the day after this, it was wet. Then dry again. Repeat…
After a day working in Manchester, which did not succeed in inspiring me, I came home via the usual haunt and, frankly, just started pissing about with the camera. But I quite like this one. Maybe it’d be better without the pole growing from the guy’s head, but then again it also gives it that little extra surreal touch.
Into Manchester for the first time in a few weeks. Victoria station’s redevelopment proceeds onwards: this is taken from platform 1, looking back towards the old building (listed, so they have to preserve it in the rebuild) and the new roof. It’s good to see.
Sometimes one just has to admit that all the photos one took in a given day are fundamentally crap. This was one of those days. So here’s a crap photo… but of a good night out, first here, then the Picture House across the road (The One-Hundred Year Old Man Who Jumped Out Of A Window And Disappeared — long title, great movie).
Actually today was a relatively pleasant day — apart from this 30-minute period in the afternoon. Look in the background — even the Canada goose is taking shelter.
The UK government hate public transport, and have done so, passionately, since the 1950s when they realised that, regardless of the effects on the environment and society, they could make much more money taxing private motor vehicles. They are also the type of people who know the price of everything and the value of nothing.
This picture is taken from the Cumbrian Coast rail line which I happen to think is as beautiful a railway line as exists anywhere in the world. Cartmel Sands are the estuary of the rivers Crake and Leven, which empty Coniston Water and Windermere into Morecambe Bay. Every time I go over the bridge here it looks different, some alteration in the configuration of light, tide and season that refreshes the scene constantly.
I would — and do — travel on this rail line simply to see these kinds of thing, there does not have to be a particular destination in mind. But my government would never see this kind of value. They willfully refuse to, in fact.
I see no reason to explain this shot. It’s just an image I liked.