Michael Dean, drummer of New Model Army, goes for it during tonight’s set at the Academy… It would be lovely to be able to get close-up shots at gigs with all the sweat and energy of a rock band but my days of mixing it in the moshpit have passed, sorry. Not a bad shot for someone standing more meekly nearer the back, with a long zoom, however.
Unusual atmospheric conditions in Manchester this morning: a weird dryness in the air; a bluish tint to the sky; and a glowing yellow orb up there, delivering a slightly warming light in a strangely nostalgic reminder of times past.
I do sometimes still end up doing work in this place. I wonder whether the government think it is ‘productive’…
This shot is taken from my house. Followers of this blog will have seen this mast on various occasions before (like this shot, for example); it stands on the horizon as I look south over the town. I liked the way the sunlight was just catching it this morning, so tried a long zoom on it for the first time. Shortly after this the light deteriorated back into being yet another grey day spent working at home, so this became pic of the day by default, really. I know it’s a dull time at the moment, but hey, it is every year, frankly.
Todmorden market‘s second appearance on the blog — though I never seem to actually catch it open. Perhaps it’s just better this way.
November, which began with an absolutely glorious day, has ended with three weeks of pretty sustained crap, weather-wise. With no light but grey, damp dullness, and a day spent almost entirely working at home, I’m having to work hard for these shots at the moment. Still, this one will do — there are lots of nice textures to explore.
I’m a regular visitor here (and even my frequency pales into insignificance compared to Clare, who goes here at least once a week on average). Tonight it was a documentary about the selling-off of the old Haçienda nightclub in Manchester. Whatever the feature, these guys will be in the foyer, one selling tickets, the other the snacks and alcohol. I stand by my assessment that this is Hebden Bridge’s best community asset.
Oh go on. I know it’s a cheat, but indulge me this once. Who knows, it might not happen again.
Man, I’m glad to get to the end of this week. I will here use other people’s art to distract myself from ranting about the trains again.
A sign of how my commuting habits have changed, basically since I had my sabbatical in Australia — this is the earliest Manchester shot in nearly three years (since 17/12/12 to be precise). God, I’m such a statto.
