Daffodils are special. I will do a post for them as I do every year, but for now, here’s some with raindrops on them, captured in my local park.



I told you not to rejoice yet.
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.
Pictures taken from my window, as usual.
Yes, I am quoting Stevie Nicks, why do you ask?
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!
I like photographing reflections in water, like this one:
I took this picture on my walk along the canal, same as the one in this post.
It’s actually only one canal–Rochdale Canal–but the plural sounds better as a title.
It runs between Sowerby Bridge in West Yorkshire and Manchester. I walked along part of it that flows through Manchester city centre and took some pictures.
Canal Street, aka Gay Village.
Lock in Canal Street.
Reflection of a typical Manchester architecture.
Tunnel.
Ducks, my old friends.
Goose posing for me.
So, what’s so special about a cloud, you’ve seen thousands of them. Hundreds of thousands of them.
Well, check it out:
It looks like a different world, a magical realm that exists in another dimension. Thanks to an incredible combination of factors and a good dose of luck, we got a glimpse of it on this Tuesday afternoon. And fortunately it happened in the time of camera phones.
But don’t attempt to look for this realm under any circumstances–you will be sucked into a void!