It’s bigger than a puddle, but not quite big enough to be a flood. Hence, a fluddle, pictured at the back of the George pub in Torrisholme, Morecambe. However the first day of 2015 panned out for you, here in north-west Lancashire, it was very wet.
The name of this street in Lancaster may make no sense but perhaps it helps to know that a ‘ginnel’, in these parts, means an alleyway. Where the ‘Treu’ comes from I do not know, and why this guy was taking a photo of the sign I have no idea, but seeing as I was taking a photo of him, perhaps he took the photo in order to give material for someone else to take another photo, in a kind of recursive thing.
I have on occasion been known to describe snow as the devil’s mange, but also must admit that the 90 minutes I spent out in it this morning, under clear blue skies, was probably the most beautiful experience of 2014 thus far. These are the moments worth waiting for in life.
The sign posted to the lamppost says ‘no fly tipping’. It’s irony, isn’t it. That bike’s been there for a couple of weeks now I come to think of it. And yes, it snowed last night, if only lightly. But the run of not having been near any since 21/1/13 is broken.
The annual showing of It’s a Wonderful Life at the Hebden Bridge Picture House, and while it continues to attract such a crowd, I guess they’ll be showing it on 24th December for the indefinite future. Remember, ‘no man is a failure who has followers’. Sorry, I meant friends. Friends. Have a good day tomorrow, y’all.
Second monochrome moment of the weekend…
A dull December day in both senses, spent working at home, so little to photograph. It’s about time Maskill’s got on here anyway; a fine butcher’s shop, which supplies meat from its own farm down the road at reasonable prices. Remember, the moronocrats would rather places like this didn’t exist and we all shopped with Sainsbury’s. That’s why they’re called the moronocracy.
This shot’s not that technically great but I like it because of the two shadowy figures, however it’s also a sign of how dark it remains now until well past 8.30 each morning. Depressing.
Manchester’s last opportunity to get onto the blog this year, a chance it takes with relative aplomb. The Palace used to be an office building for an insurance company. The interior has featured on the blog at one point in the past.
As had grown on a car bonnet (hood) today — and note the time. This was the coldest day of 2014 I think.
Mind you I still haven’t actually touched snow since 21st January 2013, immediately prior to my trip to Australia. Saw it at a distance on 4th February this year, but only that one time, and it’s not been underfoot again yet.
Another one of those scenes I pass almost every day but which has never made it onto the blog until now. I like it though, the third post in eight days to basically be trying to get a certain symmetry from an everyday urban scene (so the little things which break it, the hub caps and the lamppost, irritate slightly). Don’t expect a great deal more excitement than this over the weekend, by the way.
Being 42 