It’s been a bit dry here on Some Photoblog lately, so I decided to post some photos of places I’ve been to that I have not posted before.
So this is Lancaster Castle.
All the shots are outdoor ones, as photography is not allowed inside–the castle used to be a prison and is still used for legal proceedings. Under UK law it is not allowed to take pictures inside courts.
Also, the Queen is Duke of Lancaster here.
Is there anything worse than a van ruining your pic?
Seriously, have you had a beautiful shot completely spoiled by a vehicle (or other things or people)? And anyone here been to Lancaster? I definitely recommend, if you’re in the area.
So I finally got a chance to go and see Radcliffe Tower. Radcliffe Tower is a tower (or what remains of it) in Radcliffe, a small town near Manchester. I have posted some shots of Radcliffe before, though that was a bleak November scenery.
I couldn’t get any nearer, the tower is surrounded by a fence.
I don’t know whether it’s available to public at all, ever, I haven’t been able to find out any info about any trail, as mentioned on this notice board, or anything else. I would really like to photograph the tower closer.
Anyone reading this who is from this neighbourhood? Anyone out there knows this place or perhaps been to this Trail and can give more details? Tell us in the comments!
Today, let me share with you some photos from my trip to Southport. Southport is a seaside town in Merseyside, North West England, over an hour by train from Manchester.
The bottom two are smartphone shots.
This trip meant a lot to me because this was the first time in ten years that I felt seawater. The tide was low as you can see, so I just took off my shoes and socks and went right in. I walked way, way past the pier. Of course, not being used to such hot weather (yeah, what’s up with that?) since moving to UK and not having been on the beach for a decade, I forgot I should have applied the sun cream regularly. Shrug, a bit of a sunburn won’t kill me.
I haven’t been doing much photography lately. (Or, come to think of it, much blog either.) But I did do a photo trip to Radcliffe a couple of weeks ago. Radcliffe is a town in Bury, which was historically Lancashire but is now part of Greater Manchester. Here I give you four pics from this expedition:
So, Northern Hemisphere, temperate climate–is it as miserable where you are as it is here? ‘Cos we’ve had that type of weather that you hate no matter what you preference is. Or, more like, the weather that hates you–both cold and wet. Rain’s okay if it means it’s warmer, cold’s okay if it means it’s at least dry and sunny, but this, erm, occurrence outside is not okay. I hope it makes up its mind one way or the other, before I lose the will to live, brrrr.
Today I will share with you some photographs from my recent 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.
Also, one of the other things Liverpool is famous for is a certain four-member rock band you may or may not have heard of.
I did visit the Beatles Story, the museum dedicated to all things Beatles, so hopefully I will post some pictures from there soon.
I love the title of this challenge. It’s full of positivity. New Horizons is also a name of the NASA probe to Pluto. I’ve not managed to get a shot of any space probe yet, but I did manage to get a shot of a hot air balloon (sort of)–it’s that tiny red dot on the above photo. Speaking of hot air balloons, once I watched some movie with a hot air balloon when I was a kid and I liked it so much that when it crashed at the end, I started crying and my mum, who wasn’t watching it, ran to the living room, worried, asking what happened, why was I crying and when I told her, she said, don’t worry, they will fix the balloon and it will fly again! I remember she then went to the kitchen, where, I imagine, burst into massive laughter, though this couldn’t be confirmed; she has no recollection of this incident. (I don’t remember how the movie ended.)
I don’t know what’s on the horizon. On one hand, I can’t wait for 2017, on the other, I’m scared that after 13 (well, 14 by then) years of living in UK, some politicians will decide that I have to go. These guys have expressed it much better than me. But it also proves that you must not under any circumstances take anything for granted. My favourite saying is shit happens and now that shit happened, let’s see how we can deal with it. (Like, google “moving to Germany” for starters.)