Sunday 29th September 2019, 1.10pm (day 2,957)
More rain. The river is high, although I’ve seen it higher. Shelter seemed a sensible option this afternoon.
More rain. The river is high, although I’ve seen it higher. Shelter seemed a sensible option this afternoon.
When I started work in Manchester in 2005, Oxford Road, which runs down the centre of the main campus, was still a carbon monoxide-choked arterial road. Gradually, over the years, there’s been some decent (and much-needed) traffic management, and last year, Brunswick Street was finally closed off and turned into this walkway, “Brunswick Park”. It’s not a very green park, admittedly — but still, it’s a definite improvement. This was the one little burst of sunshine of the day.
I am sure that with better photographic equipment than mine one could have made this look like a lovely soft star of sunbeams, sparkling gently through the foliage on this lovely September morning. But hey, the main A57 motorway — the Mancunian Way — is a few yards to the left of this shot, and this is as firmly big-city as yesterday’s morning picture. So I beg forgiveness. I do like this little spot, an oasis in the morning walk to work — it’s featured before.
The blue skies of the last two days were definitively absent today. The view from the back of the house was the limit of my horizons. Had I not set the monochrome filter you wouldn’t really see a great deal more colour beyond a kind of dull green on the hillside. Happy Mondays.
There is not a great deal going on in life at the moment; the weather is poor and it feels like dead time at the end of what has, admittedly, been a rather extended summer, at least in personal terms. But like these kids, I’ve gone ‘back to school’ — not that I find it any easier to accept than they probably do.
Looking at this evening’s sky, you don’t have to be a professional meteorologist to confidently predict that a downturn in the weather might be forthcoming.
The door hides itself in the dark centre of the underpass beneath the Mancunian Way. It is always closed. Sometimes it rattles to itself in a sinister fashion, as if there is a mythical beast trapped within, and it’s the entrance to some foul dungeon, Manchester’s Moria. Today, though, it loomed open, but there were no surprises within — as the road sign and glimpsed wheelbarrow imply, just more bloody building site stuff.
A pleasant afternoon. Too bold with the tree trunk — too much sunlight? Well, perhaps I am feeling bold. Time passes, as autumn progresses it will not be long before this scene will no longer be lit at 5pm on any given day.
No commentary to make, really — just a well-lit scene that I liked, as we all went our respective ways on this Saturday afternoon. I will note that today was the penultimate day of my 40s however…
I have run through various scenarios as to how this air conditioning unit ended up in this situation, and none of them are very plausible. Nor are explanations as to why it should remain like this and not just be removed. But mine not to reason why.