I’m just sneaking in this one, as it came rather unexpectedly. This section of my park always looks the best around the time of the day before the sun starts setting. I love the long shadows.
It is also touched with sadness, as it was not half an hour after I heard the news of Helen McCrory’s death. Like last year with Chadwick Boseman, devastating doesn’t express the feelings enough. What can one say in this situation, other than, Rest in power, Helen.
It’s no wonder people want to believe in afterlife.
If you have glanced at my blog before, you will know that I’m always into seeing any unusual sign. I spotted this one on my Easter Sunday walk in Prestwich (area of Manchester), at the St Mary’s church graveyard.
It’s not a joke! The graveyard is quite old and there are fallen headstones; you can see a leaning stone cross on the left there, with a background of daffodils. The more recent deceased have their resting places on the right side of that wall, on a little hill under the trees. This leads to Prestwich Clough, a little piece of land of woods, which I have enjoyed having a wander in on previous occasions.
They’re only just coming out; this is from the same day as my two previousposts from Heaton Park. This is the second time in the last two months I’ve used pictures from the same trip for three different blog entries–maybe that’ll be blogging in 2021 for me. Which I’m not complaining about in the least.
No idea what tree it is, as usual, so if anyone out there knows, by all means enlighten me!
Hope everyone’s having a good Easter. This holiday doesn’t inspire me to do photoshoots like Christmas, or even Valentine’s Day, does, I’ve only ever done one, in 2019. I do like the four-day weekend and the chocolate eggs, but that’s it. Like, I’m happy for Jesus for having been resurrected and all that, but it just doesn’t mean much to me. I’m sure the son of God would not begrudge me the chocolate eggs, though.
Another one from the time in Heaton Park, when I decided not to be lazy. Squirrels are nothing unusual in Heaton Park though, there’s hundreds of them and they’re used to people. I’ve previously posted one here.
At least I hope so, it’s certainly looking that way. It is a bit too early–these pictures were taken on the same day as the Peaky Blinders sets ones of the previous post, so the penultimate day in February. They’re all from St John’s Garden, a little park in Central Manchester, on the edge of Castlefield.
See that crow in the tree? (It seems to be my thing, birds in trees.) It was cawing its head off, but what was funny was that it sounded hoarse, as if it had a sore throat. I can’t describe it any other way. People were looking at it and laughing.
They fly together in loops above the roofs of the houses in my neighbourhood, and once they’re done with that, they settle down on this tree next to my house and chill out.
I wonder if they know how much they provoke my cat!
They also make appearance in my flash fiction short story The Camera Smiles (written for a prompt by The New, Unofficial, On-Line Writer’s Guild). The story is true, except it was initially a crow that made me reach for my camera, not the starlings, but by the time I got it out and pried the lens cap, which really got stuck on the lens (to the point where I had to google how to take it off), the crow flew away and the starlings took over the tree.
Title of this post refers to a sunset on a day in early January, as well as the fact that, because it is January in the northern hemisphere, sunsets come early.
Taken on my way to the supermarket–much like with the Caw It Form The Rooftops post, an opportunity for a nice shot came from doing the most mundane activity. Which is the only way these days, really, when we can’t go anywhere.