This weekend’s challenge on Weekly Prompts is Two.
My contribution is two (ahhh double fulfilment) shots of a pair of geese that I saw casually strolling in the Manchester city centre.
It’s the geese that were casually strolling, not me. I was on my way home from work (I work in the office one day a week.)
Geese are not an unusual sight in Manchester, they occupy the city’s canals (the other day, when out photographing, I witnessed what I’m pretty sure was a geese marital argument), but they don’t come to this location, Piccadilly Gardens.
I didn’t go to Manderley but I did buy this gorgeous edition.
I’m mostly a Kindle and audiobooks person, but I do like to have my faves in physical form, preferably in hardback. I grabbed this on my recent visit to Waterstones–although it’s not brand new as the book’s 80th anniversary was in 2018. I only had it in paperback previously, with a not very impressive cover. I’m so glad I got it, I could finally take a nice picture of it and post it here, in the seven and a half years I’ve been running this blog, it’s long overdue!
Daphne du Maurier fascinates me, and the character of Rebecca de Winter also fascinates me. A dead woman dominating the narrative like that must have been quite a personality. I approach Rebecca the same way I do Jane Eyre–how do we know that Maxim is telling the whole truth? In addition to the second Mrs de Winter being a biased narrator herself.
The second Mrs de Winter is a character I relate to more than any other fictional character. Or my younger self at least; I’m Maxim’s age now and hopefully more confident. But it’s amazing how Daphne depicted social anxiety so well, it’s pretty much textbook, without realising she did so.
Maxim de Winter makes me feel conflicted because I can’t decide whether I want to 1. throw things at him or 2. throw him against the wall.
So, that’s my thoughts on Rebecca. Anyone else a fan?
Every year, there has to be one final cold wave before the spring can arrive in its full glory. In Manchester, the snow rarely sticks, but the distant hills are covered with it.
I call them little pieces of sunshine. In my local park they aren’t out yet, but there are loads of them in the Manchester city centre.
From the little garden outside Manchester Cathedral.
These grow in St John’s Gardens. They’re also smaller than normal daffodils. They’re like mini daffodils.
In Castlefield. I could focus either on the daffodils or on the magpie. The magpie wasn’t cooperating anyway, so I chose the daffodils. Damn birds never play along!
Some Photoblog 