Down by the Pier Head on Mann Island sits the headquarters of RIBA North, The Royal Institute of British Architects. The building is a brooding mass of black glass and angularity, a Bond villain lair by the Mersey.
I’m a great fan of market towns, for me they always have an extra buzz about them. I’ve been looking through my photofiles, a form of travel where I don’t have to worry about masks or social distancing and I came across this shot of a millennium clock.
There’s something about a market. The liveliness, colours in the produce for sale, the human too-ing and fro-ing etc. Taken together these all give a photographer opportunities to observe and catch with a discreet press of a shutter button.
Autumn has packed it’s bags. The showy reds and golds of the trees are all but gone for another year to be replaced by the cool, grey sternness of another winter.
Anyone who has had the stamina to wander through the ramblings in this blog will know that regular themes and places turn up. One of the places is Southport on the Lancashire coast. For me it’s easy to get to place and useful for blowing away the mind fogs that settle from time to time and lead the idea ships onto the rocks.
Sometime you know that you just have to get out of the house, no matter what chores are calling out to be done or what state the weather is in.
