Between Summer and Autumn

This is a lame title for a blog post but I had no better idea. On the other hand–yay, some DSLR camera content finally!

Photos are of Heaton Park, as always my favourite place.

October 2019 Finest

Here I give you some of my photographs from Heaton Park this October that I like best. Something different than autumn leaves. Enjoy!

When I looked at the pictures I took last time at Heaton Park, it seemed to me they were telling a story.

Branch pointing out your direction, in duplicate. If you get lost it’s your fault.

This, whatever-plant-this-is is dancing. Maybe it’s taking tips from the dancing tree, after all it grows only yards away from it.

Swans having a conversation.

Swan 1: The seagulls always steal all the bread and then they have a go at us.
Swan 2: Greedy bastards.

Geese doing an epic walk, or I should say an epic swim.

It lives in Heaton Park. What I like about it is that it does its own thing and doesn’t care a fig what everyone thinks of it.

Yay for dancing tree.

This is the opposite of my past post titled Useless Bench. The vast majority of them are actually useful.

The above one is from Heaton Park, the below one from Abney Hall Park.

I don’t have any more photos of benches because… I don’t know why.

Do you ever photograph benches? Do you know anyone who does? Why would anyone do it–or why not?

Digging out some more pictures from my hard drive, so that I can share them with the world.

Tram tracks in the grass–why not?

This is Heaton Park tramway. Despite my million visits there, I’ve never been on it.

Worrying about what to blog is the worst. What if I run out of things to post, what if I have no ideas?

But then I remember I have thousands of photographs saved on my hard drive. It’s just a question of which ones to dig out. Today it’s these cones.

Taken at Heaton Park, Manchester.

That one time I took pictures in Heaton Park on Boxing Day and they came out blue.

Yes, it’s the same day as the photo in this post.

It was something new for me, as I don’t go to Heaton Park in winter and I definitely don’t go anywhere during Christmas time. I was glorious!

Do you ever get pleasure from experiencing something so tiny or so trivial for the first time?

I’m back with another sign.

This is a new one in Heaton Park, warning the visitors of sudden drop from the Ha-ha. (I blogged about Ha-ha before.)

Quite right.

If you’re not careful, you’ll fall on your nose. Or worse.

Maybe not purple exactly–not sure what I’d call this shade–but it sounds good as a title, so I’m going with it.

Photo is from Heaton Park on Boxing Day.