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I am the fly

Tuesday 18th July 2017, 9.20am (day 2,154)

Fly, 18/7/17

Anthropomorphism: the attribution of human characteristics or behaviour to an animal or object. Hard to avoid, particularly if you are the maker of a Disney movie. But I still say this fly looks proud enough to me. And like it’s enjoying the sunshine.

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Tired

Monday 17th July 2017, 3.35pm (day 2,153)

Tired, 17/7/17

It’s actually not a bad place to catch forty winks, the train home — I manage it frequently. Like these two gentlemen, I am tired…. but have now just three days left before my summer break.

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Nectar…!

Sunday 16th July 2017, 2.15pm (day 2,152)

Nectar, 16/7/17

Another one of these time-of-year things, annual photographic events — you’ve seen this flower (wood cranesbill) before, not to mention insects plunging themselves within, to extract the bounty.

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Catering facilities, Salford City FC

Saturday 15th July 2017, 1.50pm (day 2,151)

Silcocks cafe, 15/7/17

My 2017-18 football season opened at Salford City FC and a pre-season warm-up game against local rivals FC United of Manchester. The hosts won 2-1. You can read what I thought about the game, and see photographs of the day taken by someone much better at that kind of thing than me, if you purchase the next issue of When Saturday Comes (advt.). Salford City have big plans but their stadium, for all its recent renovations, is still pleasingly non-league in many ways. I like this catering van, its garish and gratuitously sexist decoration, and the worshipful posture of the customer.

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Drained

Friday 14th July 2017, 1.05pm (day 2,150)

Empty reservoir, 14/7/17

Some rivers and lakes around here are somewhat lower than is usual, that is true, but this picture does not represent some heroic water shortage in the north-west of England. Rather, the Warland reservoir is being renovated, so has been drained, its bed exposed and returning to its natural state. There are some bleak panoramas up on the moors round here and the lack of water here doesn’t do this particular one any further favours.

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Graduation balloons

Thursday 13th July 2017, 9.00am (day 2,149)

Graduation balloons, 13/7/17

It’s that time of year again. It crossed my mind today that it’s now twenty years since I first graduated, in July 1997. Gosh…

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Building site #4

Wednesday 12th July 2017, 9.30am (day 2,148)

Building site no. 4, 12/7/17

I did a survey today and established there are presently ten building sites somehow or other getting in the way of my walk from Manchester Victoria to my office, as follows:

1) right outside the station; 2) the northern corner of the Arndale Centre is being redone; 3) on the corner of Chapel Walks and Cheapside 4) the corner of Mosley Street and Nicholas Street (the one pictured); 5) the building opposite the Chinese Arch that burned down last year; 6) big development blocking Abingdon Street at Major Street 7) the old BBC site, which has spread out to block the cycle path under the Mancunian Way at Brook Street; 8) the Engineering Campus Development at university; 9) the Brunswick Street ‘landscaping’ at same; 10) the Students’ Union redevelopment at same.

Manchester!! give this creative destruction a rest please!

 

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Boarding the London train

Tuesday 11th July 2017, 9.30am (day 2,147)

London train, 11/7/17

Another trip to London…. but just for the day. Platform 8, Leeds station, to which I returned approximately ten hours later. The first precisely timed shot for a while.

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Anonymous critique of British politics

Monday 10th July 2017, 8.05am (day 2,146)

Poiitical statement, 10/7/17

Sums it up for me, in at least two different ways.

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Hammock/web

Sunday 9th July 2017, 1.25pm (day 2,145)

Hammock/web, 9/7/17

Continuing to clear the allotment, I find this cobweb behind the most concealed of our collection of water butts. I like its dappling by sunlight and the way that tiny flower has fallen onto and nestled into it, pushing down delicately, like it’s a meniscus or the most fragile of hammocks one can imagine.

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