A rash of these has recently appeared on platforms 4 and 5 of Manchester Victoria. What do they indicate? Buried treasure perhaps? One can do all sorts of things with metal detectors these days, microwaves, etc. Or maybe a water diviner has been on the case with a sprig of hazel. Either way it seems brave to announce the discovery to the public in advance, as it were.
The 8:10 to Wigan Wallgate, via Manchester, decided not to bother this morning so there was plenty of time to appreciate the light pouring down the tracks and platforms: everything positioned just so at 8:25am. In fact the person depicted here had lifted their head a little, a moment before I pressed the shutter, so the full rimlight-and-red-hair experience was not forthcoming, but never mind, it has still mostly worked.
Another railway station — but it’s been a long journey. Either this one is a complete mess or it is an interesting collage taken through the window of the Eurostar as it passed through Lille Europa. We traversed four countries today, with France being the only one which we did not touch soil at some point, but nevertheless, it can provide today’s shot. On the left, Joe, coming on holiday with his old folks for the first time in years. Where we are going, you can find out tomorrow.
Time to go home, and from London, journeys home invariably start at King’s Cross. Platform 5 for us today, though still with half an hour to go from this point in time before the 9:40 departure to Bradford Forster Square, changing at Leeds.
Yes, it was a comfortably late start to the day but then again I am still teaching until 6pm on Tuesdays. Much more preferable to go in later, particularly as we are, finally, having some pleasant weather.
And another photo taken at a railway station but not depicting a train — or, in this case, even any tracks. Birmingham New Street, the busiest railway station in the UK outside London, is almost the epitome of a hole in the ground, with all the tracks squatting below the gigantic retail edifice that is the station building itself. I suppose, up there, the place is OK but the platforms are not a place in which one feels like hanging around very long. Still, at least our train home was punctual, unlike the last time I depicted the place on here.
More specifically, skulking right down the far end of it, where the trains never stop. It looks like he may have busted the photographer but actually, looking closer up suggests he’s oblivious to his capture for posterity. I quite like the lighting on this one.
A metaphor of some kind? Quite possibly. We are all waiting for something. But at least the sun was shining on Hebden Bridge station this morning.
Another railway station, but this is more one of those shots where I was just trying to get the various horizontals and verticals to come out true: and for once I think I have managed it, although is there just the slightest curve on the tracks? If I never said that, however, perhaps you would not have noticed.
In terms of its aesthetics I quite like Blackburn station — at least at platform level (the subway below has been choked by excessive and largely non-functional ticket machines, though). The clutter of modern life throws off the symmetry of this shot but I gave it a go.
