Full Moon In June

I don’t know how I come up with these titles.

So, anyway, here’s the moon. It looked pink as it was rising, then turned golden yellow. Quite a sight!

Look Up, The Skies Are Blue

We’ve had some nice blue skies in Manchester this spring. I have, as ever, been taking pictures. Here I want to offer you two contrasting photographs.

Picture of a blue sky and white clouds with modern architecture and street lights:

Picture of a blue sky and white clouds framed by trees:

And no, they don’t fight. As I always say, both is good.

Fields Of Gold

Buttercups have taken over.

Bonus: a wheelbarrow!

Colours Of Spring

As Anne once wrote in her letter to Gilbert in Anne of Windy Poplars: “It’s spring!” And I have taken some pictures in Heaton Park and here they are and I hope you like them:

Geese Family, Just Chilling

Mum and dad and a little gosling. On my walk in New Islington.

The baby gosling then got into the water and swam and made noise while it was at it, as if to shout: “look, mummy, look daddy, I can swim like you!”

Manchester Street Art + Architecture

The title is a bit of a cheat, because it’s really only the first photo that encompasses it. I’m bad, what can I say.

The bee is a symbol of Manchester.

New Islington, Manchester

I finally made my way there.

New Islington is a new development area near the city centre. (More info here.)

As I walked along the canal with my camera, I was asked by people to take their picture–all of three times. It does happen–but not three times during the same walk, in the span of about 10 minutes! I felt like I was living in a story.

The first time was two middle-aged men sitting on a bench; the second time two young men sitting on a bench–one of them actually stood up and approached me and even offered me money! (I said no, it’s just a hobby)–the third time was a group of young people from Liverpool. I did actually take their picture, but with one of their phones, not my camera.

What made me depressed, though, was that on two out of those three occasions I was asked “where are you from”, after speaking a bare one or two lines. I either ignore those type of questions or answer “Europe” or, like yesterday to those two older men (who were clearly Indian and spoke accented English themselves), “planet Earth”. Look, I hate my accent as much as you do and yeah, twenty years of living here I should not be speaking like that, but what can I do? Speaking is a skill I always lacked. Writing is my more of my thing. I don’t know what I should do, book some voice coaching lessons or what…

Well, this post escalated somewhere it shouldn’t have, so uh… hope you like the pictures. It’s been a nice sunny weekend here in Manchester!

Wheelbarrows!

This week’s Weekly Prompts Wednesday Challenge–wheels–was reading my mind (I think it happened once or twice before), because I was just about to post some of my wheelbarrow pictures.

I have quite a collection of them now. Wheelbarrows are among my favourite things to photograph.