Gloomscapes, Outdoors

Gloomscapes #22

It’s the weekly Gloomscapes entry, number twenty-two. And it’s another graffiti tag shot.

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Oh dear…

The three dots remind me of drops of blood. Maybe that was the artist’s (writer’s?) intention. I purposely didn’t crop out the CCTV sign. Because, you know, they are watching us…

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I’m thinking of posting up to 25 and then take a break. New material is needed.

I’m just wondering, anyone out there who is a fan of dystopia/post-apocalypse and likes to take pictures too, how would you depict your favourite fiction in photographs? Have you ever tried it? Let me know in the comments.

 

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Gloomscapes #17

In last week’s Gloomscapes post, I was initially going to add one more picture of a broken window–the one I am posting now. But as I was looking at it, an idea started forming in my head and I concluded that not only did it deserve its own post, it deserved its own piece of fiction.

This is not meant to be a regular thing, I just got inspired. Enjoy! (Or not, as I say.)

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Nobody knew how Zara got that stone.

The girls were kept in what used to be a convent. An imposing, forbidding stone building, newly installed security cameras in each corner. Thick walls, windows high and narrow, with bars on them. Little sunlight got through; the residential wing faced north. Inside, all the rooms were identical. Floors of dark hardwood, walls painted slate grey.  A bed in each corner, metal-framed, with a thin mattress and an old worn-out blanket. No pillows. One single lightbulb hung from the ceiling. Heavy black doors were locked every night at nine o’clock by the guard on duty, unlocked again at six in the morning. The girls wore long grey dresses, starched white blouses with high collars and black shoes. The oldest ones were no more than sixteen years old. Those were the only ones who still remembered books, music, films and TV, videos, photographs. Now, all they were allowed to carry around was the Party Manifesto pamphlets. As if they didn’t know it by heart already, as if it hadn’t been engraved into their minds. To build and protect our homeland, be prepared. Always Prepared! Yet they carried it, every single one of them, dog-eared, covered with greasy fingerprints and doodles, here and there quotes and passages highlighted in neon colours, from the time before even neon highlighters were banned. Desperate attempts to mark their own individuality.

Afterwards, Zara’s roommates swore they didn’t notice anything unusual. Zara was a quiet girl who kept to herself. It seemed she had wandered off behind the gardener’s shed, the only place where such stones could be found, during the afternoon break, when even the strictest of teachers couldn’t deny themselves the indulgence of little rest. She hid the stone in her sock, at the back of her calf, no doubt thankful this time for the long skirt. She kept it there throughout the afternoon activities and dinner, until it was time to return to the rooms. Half an hour after the lights went out, she slipped out of her bed, clutching the stone in her hand, tiptoed to the window and with all the force she could gather in her sixteen-year-old body, smashed the glass.

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Disclaimer: the above text is entirely fictional. The photographed building is not a former convent and no girls are kept there. The writing is merely a work of my imagination and was inspired by the picture of the broken window.
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Gloomscapes #12

So here it is, Number 12 in Gloomscapes series, which means now I have a dozen worth of posts, hopefully worth a bit more than a dime.

And it wouldn’t be it without some brutalistic architecture!

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Ministry of Truth, his place of work, towered vast and white above the grimy landscape.

~George Orwell, 1984

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Outdoors

The Ha-Ha

What am I laughing at?

Well, nothing. It’s a different ha-ha I’m talking about today.

A ha-ha is a type of a wall (keeping the theme here) that keeps livestock out but doesn’t ruin the view.

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Sign in Heaton Park

Heaton Park in Manchester has them and here I give you some pictures:

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Naturally, the first question one asks is, how the hell did they get that name? From Wikipedia:

The unusual name “ha-ha” is thought to have stemmed from the exclamations of surprise by those coming across them as the walls were designed to be invisible.

It’s a good job those coming across weren’t swearing. Otherwise we’d have to call them fuck-where-did-this-come-from.

Outdoors

Beetham Tower, Manchester

Located on Deansgate, it’s the tallest building in Manchester. (169 m.)

At least at the time of the writing. You never know when this might change with all this construction going on in this city–so that it doesn’t look like I’m spreading some fake news here.

It is still fairly new, only completed in 2006. Apparently it divides opinions, but I like it. I think it’s cool to have an iconic skyscraper in the city. Thin and sleek, reminds me of today’s tech gadgets.

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The view from the top floor must be something to kill for!

The old and the new:

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This blog needs more of Manchester red brick architecture, methinks.

 

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Gloomscapes #5

Welcome to Number Five of my Gloomscapes series, today I present to you a Building That Used To Be:

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Look closer:

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Maybe it used to be a rebels’ base. Or Opposition’s headquarters. Whatever it was, it is no more.

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These photographs are brand new, only taken yesterday. I never expected to come across a half-demolished building, I had no idea it was there!

Disclaimer: the text in italics is entirely fictional.

 

 

 

 

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Gloomscapes #3

What’s up everyone, here is Number Three in my Gloomscapes series.

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It used to be a lively neighbourhood, with families and dogs and greenery… now all that’s left is a wasteland.

There is a lot I like about this photograph: the concrete building, the brick wall, the leafless trees (it was March), the barrier things, the dull sky. It came out pretty well, if I say so myself! 🙂

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‘Til next Sunday.

Disclaimer: the text in italics is entirely fictional.
Outdoors, Weekly Photo Challenge

Bridge – Bonus

I’ve already posted my contribution to this Weekly Photo Challenge, however my fingers keep itching to add one more. I really need to talk about the most (in)famous bridge in my home town of Bratislava–the Bridge of the Slovak National Uprising. Most SNP in Slovak (most means bridge). It is also commonly referred to as UFO Bridge. You can see why.

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Danube River

This is a controversial bridge. Why is it controversial?

The construction of the bridge started in 1967. For the bridge to be built, a portion of beautiful Old Town, including a Jewish quarter and a synagogue, had to be demolished.

For one reason or another, they built it in such a way that a roadway had to lead onto the bridge and it was for this reason they deemed the destruction of historical streets and buildings, even a part of castle hill, necessary.

Well, that’s Communists for you.

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Photographed from Old Town side, the other side is Petrzalka

Obviously it’s deeply tragic. As far as I know, no such sacrilege took place in any other Communist country (please, feel free to correct me in the comments if I’m wrong). But the way I see it now is, you can’t escape your history and so, the SNP Bridge is as much a part of Bratislava as all the nice parts.

That round spaceship thing at the top has a restaurant in it–I haven’t been there as an adult though, so can’t tell you what’s on their menu. Apparently there is also an observation deck–imagine the views! I really must go there on my next visit.

You can find more information on the UFO Bridge here, if you want.

Also, Girl Astray has a cool post about it.

That’s it for my Bonus Bridge post.

Although, try not to knock down beautiful historical castle walls, while you do it!

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