Pride, the LGBTQ+ event, takes place in Manchester every year on the August Bank Holiday weekend. Last year it was cancelled (because, you know), but in 2021 it’s very much back on track. For this occasion, the city gets dressed up in rainbow flags.
This is the bridge in Castlefield.
The couple on the bridge remind me a bit of Joe and Jill Biden.
The sunny weather–not exactly a regular here–makes everything even better!
I took a few pics of Manchester after lockdown while I was still going to work (I’m classed as a key worker).
Pigeons have now taken over the town (I’ve seen that happen before, albeit briefly), though I wonder how they’ll get fed, as with no people in town eating, there are no crumbs left for them.
Is there any better sign of the bleakness of the times we live in than a closed McDonald’s?
Written in chalk on the pavement:
Entrance to Arndale from Exchange Square.
Printworks–I’ve never seen it shut down in all the 17 years I’ve lived in Manchester.
Well, here’s your gloomscapes, the Universe whispers to which I respond: I did not want this! I only like it when it’s fictional! I only to like to imagine it!
I used to joke often about the upcoming end of the world, never did I imagine it would happen for real. In the future, we will talk about the before and after. Everyone will know someone who has lost someone to the virus.
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
The only way is to hope that the world will change for the better–and work towards it.
Last Friday (3rd May), Piccadilly Gardens, an area in Manchester city centre, got evacuated due to a suspicious package. The police and bomb disposal squad were called, did their thing, the device was not viable, nothing bad happened and the culprit was arrested. So what has this got to do with pigeons?
I went out on my lunch break to see what Piccadilly Gardens looked like when it was empty. It was empty of people, but not of all living creatures, as you can see on these shots.
This wasn’t more than half an hour after the evacuation. It’s amazing how fast they took over once people were gone. But that is more of a topic for my Gloomscapes series.
Today I will share with you some photographs from my trip to Liverpool, more specifically the famous Albert Dock.
Albert Dock is a complex of dock buildings and warehouses that was completed in 1846. It enabled ships to be loaded from warehouses directly and was the first structure in Britain built without wood using cast iron, bricks and stone. Today it’s a popular tourist attraction.
The above three pictures appeared previously in my post Wanderlust. This was my participation in now dead WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge. I have now added three more:
Liverpool has some sick museums, seriously. I’ve not been to the Museum of Liverpool that is shown on the last pic, but I have visited the Merseyside Maritime Museum and also World Museum that is near the Lime Street train station. And there is, of course, the Beatles Story, because you can’t mention Liverpool without mentioning the Beatles!
The reason for the repost is that I felt that Albert Dock, or anything Liverpool really, is too good and too big to be hidden under an entry titled “Wanderlust”–when I don’t use that word anywhere else on this blog–and part of a challenge that has long since been killed by WordPress (RIP). It deserves its own properly titled post. So here it is–with three more pics.
I guess it’s like what a music artist would call a remix.
Speaking of pigeons on statues of royalty, there is a statue of Queen Victoria in Piccadilly Gardens (which I’ve never taken a picture of) and, well, let’s just say Her Majesty would not exactly be happy.
I’ve not done this ever but I had such a productive year of photography, I decided to post some pics from this year that didn’t make it to Some Photoblog. I will also look back to some of my memorable posts from this year.
A snail, snapped not far from my neighbourhood.
City Tower in Manchester city centre. Taken by my smartphone, from the Piccadilly Bus Station. I like this angle.
Radcliffe area, near Bury, north of Manchester. Not quite the moors of Yorkshire, but still offers a great scope for imagination, as Anne of Green Gables would say.
This is in the above mentioned Bury, away form the town centre. Proper farm area, I heard cockerels and everything!
Save the best for last, this is Formby. Visiting Formby was definitely one of the highlights of the year for me. Here I am holding a pinecone, which I have actually kept and even used it in my autumnal and Christmas still life posts!
To say 2018 has been a turbulent year is not an exaggeration. The Beast of the East freezing conditions in February and March were followed by scorching hot summer (there was like four months, of no rain in Manchester and that happens, like, never). Climate change is here–so what are we gonna do about it?
Elsewhere, politically, I best not to even talk about it–but a huge shout out to Ireland, who knows how to do referendums right! (They voted in favour of making abortions legal, which is an issue I will never not feel strongly about, even when I’m dead in the grave.) I also went to two anti-Brexit marches, the second of which was attended by 700,000 people; an event I will never forget for the rest of my life.
Creatively for me it’s been the best year ever. I took over 1000 photographs between May and July, ran a dystopian series, blogged about Kindle eBooks, ducks and trees that look like Yggdrasil. Although I wish WordPress didn’t kill their Weekly Photo Challenge. That was not cool, guys.
So there it is, my 2018 end-of-year recap.
Raise your glasses for 2019 and let’s hope for the best.