Was almost obliged to go on a walk today, if I still intended to finish my project by the time I go away next year (in case you weren’t aware of this one, see my other ‘214 Wainwrights’ blog). It was tougher than expected today, partly because the forecast let me down – promising decent weather after noon, this was the reality; the last blue sky I saw all day.
Very little opportunity to take photos of anything today, due to spending almost all of it sat at home working. Just as well this rather butch-looking bird was perched on the old bridge in town when I went to pick up Joe from school, therefore.
Seeing as I seemed to spend most of the day teaching in one way or another it seems appropriate to use a picture of a class to encapsulate the day.
The three students in the foreground are Chinese and Korean, the book they are looking at is in Arabic. I could give away my pedagogical secrets and tell you why, but then I’d have to kill you. (Or you could just enroll on my degree, of course.)
A somewhat boring day – had to work, for the third Sunday in a row – but a beautiful one, particularly in the morning. Hard to capture the combination of blue skies, a sharp chill in the air and mist clinging to the sides of the valley first thing, but this is my best shot.
Held in the building across the road from us, and we were in attendance because of our stewardship of our allotment. Not that there’s been much of a harvest this year, because of the wet weather, but still, this wasn’t a bad event, particularly when the guitarist stopped playing.
Last time you saw the University of Manchester’s new “Learning Commons” building it was still being finished, back in early July. It’s now open and myself and some of my students got a tour of it today: off this lady here (pictured through a window separating a corridor from one of the private study spaces). And it’s impressive, too. Even if I didn’t help design it 🙂
All bars are kind of different, aren’t they? Like people’s houses, different arrangements of basically the same ingredients but it all comes through into something original. The people who want to take all enjoyment out of drinking alcohol would rather there were no ‘public houses’ like this and we all just drank stuff bought in the supermarket, at home. Well, sod that. Where there’s life there will be pubs. Hell, we might even get the Railway back some day.
Third Manchester picture in a row. Among other things I was filmed today as part of some contractual arrangement or other. Three five-minute takes and it was done. While the preceding talking head was shot I snapped this shot of the cameraman (the one who looks a bit like Rimmer out of Red Dwarf at the back) and director: it captures them quite well I think. Just as well as I was too busy to take more than about three or four photos today.
This couple were pictured outside the Sackville Building at the University of Manchester this morning, which was incidentally another beautiful, but chilly one.
Do I talk too much on this blog? Do I need to say why I find this picture aesthetically pleasing? I’ll leave it.
Actually this is the Beyer Building, at the University of Manchester, in some rather spectacular autumn plumage. But it does look like Dracula’s castle. I can quite see him striding past one of those windows in the middle of the night. (Or perhaps I think that because personages of the university administration reside here.)
