MANCHESTER. Night in The City.
Let’s take a walk through those mean downtown streets.
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LIVERPOOL. Paperback Reader.
Every once in a while a shot comes along that is just so right only a fool would walk by and not get the camera out and push the shutter button. This is one such image.
LIVERPOOL, A Calderstones Park Spring.
I’m sat in my little spare bedroom of an office watching the rain hammer down outside, which is I suppose preferable to being out in it. Even without the current sadnesses and difficulties, this is a part of the year that always drags for me. Daylight is still on the scarce side and the weather is as unpredictable as a half starved Bugblatter Beast from Traal ( yes it’s the kind of weather where a Hoopy Frood needs to know where his towel is #HGTTG )
HEXHAM. Window Shopping.
Due to present circumstances like many people I’m not doing any travelling, well not in the physical sense. I am though getting out and about through my photo files. Editing them is an ongoing task but the upside is that I often come across the forgotten gems, the shots that have been lost for a while in the undercurrents and eddies while the new images flow past.
LIVERPOOL. When They’re Cleaning Windows.
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.
NANTWICH. The Clock In The Cocoa Yard.
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.
