Friday 4th November 2022, 11.05am (day 4,089)
Onto campus for a day that was less-than-inspiring, but at least the sun was shining. This tree caught the light very well as I transitioned across Oxford Road for a much-needed cup of tea.
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Robin Poser
Wednesday 26th October 2022, 2.55pm (day 4,080)
What is it with robins as a species — why are they, more than any other type of wild bird, so completely unfazed by being a few feet away from a human? Not only that, but a human who has stopped walking, and is pointing a camera at them? This one even hopped from side to side for a minute, offering me a selection of poses. This one won. I hope he approves.
The ferry to Árrain Mhór
Monday 15th August 2022, 3.25pm (day 4,008)
We spent the day on the island of Árrain Mhór, which in Gaelic just means ‘Big Island’. And it is fairly big, maintaining a permanent population of a few hundred, enough to justify a regular ferry service from the mainland, anyway. And here is the 3.30pm boat back to Ireland, coming in reasonably on schedule.
Dundee station, Sunday morning
Sunday 10th July 2022, 10.50am (day 3,972)
For the duration of this visit, and certainly today, its final morning, Dundee has basked in balmy sunshine that is atypical for the city. It contributed to a pleasantly chilled out wait for the train heading back south, which I think this couple epitomise. (My journey was fine all the way to Bradford, after which it descended into a farce of the kind only Northern Rail seem able to manufacture, but that’s another story, hours in the future.)
Filament
Wednesday 6th July 2022, 4.30pm (day 3,968)
What beauty there is in this filament. As if it is a whole swirling galaxy of electric light. Worlds within worlds, within such an everyday thing.
xīn nián kuài lè
Wednesday 2nd February 2022, 9.45am (day 3,814)
It’s 2/2/22, and also Lunar New Year (or Chinese New Year, Tet, whatever other term you want to use). It seemed appropriate to depict this today even if I suspect I am a day late. Manchester has a large Chinese population (students or otherwise) and the city centre is decorated accordingly. I believe I should say at this point: xīn nián kuài lè .
A break between classes
Friday 10th December 2021, 11.15am (day 3,760)
At times in a British December it’s hard to believe there is such a thing as sunlight, so this was a welcome burst on an otherwise grey day, illuminating those of us taking a break in University Place. For once, on this shot, I don’t mind the appearance of litter bins.
Chimney, red ivy
Sunday 26th September 2021, 10.55am (day 3,685)
A boring Sunday spent mostly working. I did spot this on the way up the road to the garden; the ivy looks as if it is seeking to pull down the chimney and consume it. But perhaps ivy feels that about all human made constructions — it will probably get everything, in the end. And, as you can see, autumn is here.
Manchester roofscape
Thursday 28th January 2021, 11.10am (day 3,444)
I am still obliged to go into Manchester now and again. It’s good for the step count and the general variety but it’s not an edifying experience. Since March, it’s been a city of the nearly dead. Buses come past plastered in adverts that — in essence — shout “Live In Fear” and “It’s All Your Fault, You Know”. I pointed my camera upwards. This shot is taken from Cross Street; I like the red chimneys, and the corrugations of the tower block peering through the mists behind.
Sunny spot and red cyclist
Tuesday 13th October 2020, 8.20am (day 3,337)
One of those days which was absolutely gorgeous until I arrived at work, and then after I left, it was dreadful, grey and raining. So let’s document the morning; featuring the second red-clad cyclist in three days. I like this spot on my walk to work, huddled beneath the Mancunian Way but very pleasant, particularly on an autumn morning.
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