Saturday 10th January 2015, 1.40pm (day 1,234)
Abandoned shoes fascinate me — particularly when there’s only one of them. I mean, what’s the story behind that?
Abandoned shoes fascinate me — particularly when there’s only one of them. I mean, what’s the story behind that?
Really quiet in Manchester city centre today. Perhaps this is early January malaise, perhaps because it was chucking it down with rain — though that doesn’t come across on this particular photo. Anyway, glad to get to the weekend.
Regular visitors to this blog may recognise this as the view from the back of my house, my bedroom window to be precise. (Chilli plants and all.) This is as much as I saw of the world today. If I ever do end this blog, it’ll be because of the need to get creative on days like these, spent indoors, rain and grey light outside. But for now, I’m still here.
Manchester Victoria station passes by through the windows of a Metrolink tram. Why was I on a Metrolink tram going through Victoria, the place where I normally catch my train home? Because there weren’t any bloody trains from Victoria this afternoon, were there. Tram to Rochdale instead, three-hour journey home, welcome back to the 2015 commute indeed.
As a contrast to the fighting poultry of a few days ago, here, a much more serene couple. Little to see today, a second day in a row spent mostly working at home with grey light — declining daylight and a longish zoom account for this shot’s lack of focus.
It’s a small digital clock powered by two zinc and two copper rods stuck into two potatoes. Hence, a potato clock. Well, the run of landscape shots had to come to an end at some point, but I guess we can still call this ‘nature’?
At least since Christmas Day it’s been a pleasant break with lots of chances to get outdoors. It’s no coincidence that there’ve been plenty of landscape shots on here in the last 10 days, and here’s another one. The whole house goes back to work and/or school tomorrow: which I guess is the case for many of us. H0pe you had a good one.
The muscovy ducks on the marina were getting aggressive this afternoon. Two began fighting, I assume over the third, all-white one (a female?) visible in the background of this shot, looking on while the battle she has provoked rages in her honour. Couldn’t alter the camera settings quickly enough to have a chance of capturing the shot with any sharpness, considering how fast they were moving in the low light. But what gets me about it is their placid-looking smiley faces, which here persist even when a rival is pecking on one’s back.
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.