Always a good culinary moment. The first ones just seem to taste so much better. The act of peeling allows the anticipation to build pleasantly, before that opening bite allows the sweetness to cover the tongue. Well, it was the best bit of an otherwise very mundane working day.
Remarkably, this was my fifth railway station of the morning, by 10.15am, and I was to do another one before getting home — and I don’t just mean passing through, I mean getting out, and standing on a platform to get on some service or other. This wasn’t a Northern Fail moment, I was heading off early for a meeting but that got cancelled, I came home a different way, so be it.
This looks not unlike a photo I took nearly 10 months ago now of Simbach am Inn station in Germany, albeit without the trains and the cool Century Gothic font, but still, I like the way it separates the background into two disparate parts, but otherwise I think I have the symmetry and rule-of-thirds right.
It’s not quite the finale of Enter the Dragon but I still like this one. However, how come Joe gets on three times, one neatly in each third — and I’m only on once? Perhaps I am only part vampire. It would explain certain things.
First to be explicitly depicted on the blog, anyway — seen by sticking my head (and lens) upwards on a day trip to the in-laws’. The world turns…
I’m sure the guy in the sleeping bag looks forward with keen anticipation for M & S’s “lovely new Manchester store” as if it will be radically different from the present one. It’ll be unlikely to offer overnight accommodation, I assume.
Like Tuesday, a day spent in Manchester. But also like Tuesday, I preferred a picture taken early, before leaving home. The view from our back windows hasn’t appeared for a while, but let it do so this morning.
Definitely in a juke. Seen in a barbers’ shop — I really needed a haircut. A pleasingly retro moment on a pleasingly sunny day.
First time on the 6:31 train in a while, and first time rising before the sun in many months. There is something pleasant about it, but only when it is the exception: I do not envy those who have to do this kind of thing all winter.
I go one way, the bird goes its way, the cat goes that. None of us necessarily find out about what the “NO” is so keen to dissuade us.
More rain. The river is high, although I’ve seen it higher. Shelter seemed a sensible option this afternoon.
Being 42 