Your dad sells Avon.
Your dad sells Avon.
So–Awakening. I even love the title of this week’s photo challenge. Here I am taking part in the challenge again after some absence. Unusually for me, the picture I’m contributing is a phone camera shot.
Snapped on my way home from work.
I can’t resist throwing in some daffodils as well, because, well, spring.
For today’s quote, I turn to my long-time favourite girl, LM Montgomery’s Anne Shirley of Green Gables once again:
That is one good thing about this world… there are always sure to be more springs.
~Anne of Avonlea
Yes, you read the title correctly. My godson is a cat.
If you think it’s too late for an April Fools’ joke, you are quite right. It is not the 1st of April and it is not a joke, because I’m serious. I also dislike April Fools’ tradition, I hate pranks and I find majority of jokes I hear desperately unfunny and lame. Now that’s out of the way, let me tell you about my godson Anthony and why he’s a cat.
This boy is now between 18 months and 2 years old and is also a half-brother to the boy whose hand is in this picture. I thought it would be better to post a photo of him where his face is not visible, even though his parents gave me permission to post about him.
Why is Anthony a cat? Well, I came to this conclusion when I visited his home last Christmas Eve Eve.
Any further questions?
I attended a Stop Brexit March in Leeds on Saturday, my second march of this kind. I’m posting about it somewhat late; I felt exhausted all day Sunday as I also went to a friend’s son first birthday party when I got back to Manchester. I normally barely set a foot outside on weekends if I don’t have to. My body can’t quite handle so much action!
This march was one of similar marches taking place around the country to mark the first anniversary of the triggering of the Article 50. The Leeds march represented North.
This was my first time visiting Leeds and I will definitely visit again, properly with my camera; this time my attention was dedicated solely to the march. All pictures were taken with my smartphone.
It all started on the train:
I caught the same train as some fellow protesters, who hung EU flag on the window.
Of course the giant EU flag wasn’t missing.
More pics and signs and banners:
One of the speakers at the march was Richard Corbett MEP, you can see him on the above picture on the very left, talking to the woman with blond hair. I’ve met him before at a Q&A session he did at the University of Manchester last year.
I suppose the next picture should come with a trigger warning!
I was pleased I got to photograph the Brexit Monster up close, it was too far away from me at the Manchester march.
Will this message get across?
What’s been frustrating to me recently is not the events that are happening, it’s the fact that people don’t seem to care a bit. They’re going about their lives, probably thinking it’ll all work out or possibly believing that Brexit won’t happen, whilst doing nothing towards it not to happen. It’s this apathy that that’s the worst. I’ve not heard anyone outside my circle even mention the Cambridge Analytica story. Even Remainers say we should just “get on with it”. Um, no.
One day they’ll wake up in the morning into a first day of dictatorship and will keep asking, how did this happen? Like this, motherfuckers. Sigh.
To end the post on a positive note, it’s been great seeing news about March for Life in USA. To all the people that came out to the streets, I want to say: you absolutely rock!
I snapped this on the way back from Tesco yesterday evening. It looks like a shot from a different planet–maybe something the Curiosity rover took on Mars–but trust me, it’s just a Wednesday in Manchester.
I don’t often photograph sky with my phone, but when I do, it’s out of this world.