A trip out to the suburbs today: definitely not the former Communist blocks, more like leafy Hampstead or Carshalton (if this were London). Streets named after composers, big gardens and garages, that kind of thing. One thing I like about Berlin is that it’s all quite laid back: it certainly doesn’t have the over-energised manicness of some capital cities. Perhaps this shot captures that.
The damper weather appears to have made these two frisky. But guys — doing it on the pavement is probably a bad idea. You need to keep an eye out for the Boots of Death coming your way.
Across from our house, out of the road, cometh water: not necessarily a commodity in short supply in West Yorkshire but still, those of us who pay our bills do sometimes wonder what proportion of them goes to cover this kind of unnecessary wastage. The blue paint on the road and on the inspection cover above suggests the utilities company are ‘aware’: but that doesn’t mean anything in practical terms. Not the most exciting of shots, I know, but you could always see it as an abstract.
What am I doing in Manchester city centre by 7.15am on a winter’s morning? I should still be asleep. Like the guy in this sleeping bag, though hopefully in a more comfortable and less public place.
Being 42 