Thursday 28th August 2025, 10.20am (day 5,117)
Thursday market manoeuvers. “I know it’s in here somewhere — I just have to move a few things around to find it…”
Clothes stall, with legs
Being 42
Life, one day at a time
Category Archives: Urban scene
Guerilla advertising (presumably)
Thursday 21st August 2025, 2.10pm (day 5,110)
I have a feeling this billboard, found under the arch that takes the railway over Princess Street in Manchester city centre, has been subverted before. I don’t see how this can be anything other than guerilla advertising; it’s certainly a valid point.
In Halifax, late
Wednesday 20th August 2025, 10.25pm (day 5,109)
A day riddled with negativity in at least two ways, each related to totally different aspects of my life. I was glad when 20/8/25 was over, but it lasted until later than most of my days do at this time. Negativity doesn’t do much for creativity, so here’s a picture of a car park. But I suppose I like the redness and seeming randomness of the pillars, and it’s the second-latest shot of 2025 so far (beaten only by the turtle on Ascension Island in April).
Fan and pharaoh
Wednesday 13th August 2025, 5.55pm (day 5,102)
The portable fan had obvious application today, as it was very warm. The candle shaped like the bust of an Egyptian pharaoh, possibly Khufu (commissioner of the Great Pyramid in Cairo)? Less obvious. But there they both were.
Drained
Tuesday 12th August 2025, 4.20pm (day 5,101)
Even in Manchester, the Rochdale Canal usually looks a bit more aesthetically pleasing. Perhaps this is an accidental draining — it happens, people sometimes leave locks open. Or there is some big clean-up about to happen. Future archaeologists will love all this crap. Meanwhile, the runner on the left ponders whether a) he will be allowed to proceed more than another few yards and b) whether he is about to step on a pigeon.
Moonrise
Tuesday 5th August 2025, 9.05pm (day 5,094)
The moon looks much the same from Bradford as it does from everywhere else, I imagine (until you get down below the Equator, when it does this weird turning upside-down thing), But here we have a nice conjunction, I think. Will it come out unscathed after its journey along the serrated edge? Probably.
Putting Joe to work
Monday 4th August 2025, 2.45pm (day 5,093)
Yesterday’s journey home was done with Joe in attendance. Up on the allotment, the hedge needed trimming. A conjunction of child, hedge and the necessary hardware was facilitated. All parties seemed reasonably satisfied with the outcome.
Remnants (of The Vivienne?)
Thursday 24th July 2025, 7.15pm (day 5,082)
Stop one on a journey to the far north — Dundee. Seen a lot in recent years but with an apartment to use as a stopover, a sensible place to break the journey. I asked Clare about the possible identity of this face and she reckons maybe drag artist The Vivienne; it’s possible. I just liked the image.
Shelter from the rain
Sunday 20th July 2025, 1.55pm (day 5,078)
Chose exactly the wrong time this afternoon to pop down to town for a bit of food shopping, particularly as I did so without umbrella or jacket. I may, or may not, have taken this one from inside the White Swan pub…. OK, I did. But it was certainly a preferable option at this point in time.
Waiting for action
Friday 18th July 2025, 2.25pm (day 5,076)
I know nothing of Marvel iconography. OK, I suppose that’s possibly Captain America centre left but that’s as far as I am taking it. So quite who the guy on the right might be, I don’t know, but he looks pissed off enough: if I was the too-relaxed figure in white in front I would be worried.
Being 42 