Random and Weird Phone Shots

Random and Weird Phone Shots – Black Pant(her)

What are you wearing today? Chances are, if you work in a standard office:

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Obviously, it’s a cinema ticket for Black Panther (which I saw a week ago, but it was too late to post it on that day and dammit, I said Random and Weird Phone Shots are a Thursday thing). See what I have become? This shit post proves I have completely lost it.

Black Panther might be a candidate for the movie of the year and it’s only February. I just want to mention something that occurs, well, something he says at the end, so here is when I say spoiler, if you haven’t seen it and want to–stop reading now.

In the first post-credits scene T’Challa (aka Black Panther) speaks at the United Nations and has this to say–paraphrasing here, so it’s not 100% exact: “Wise man builds bridges, fool builds barriers.”

I am in agreement, Your Highness.

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Now, let’s get hyped for Infinity War!

Outdoors, Weekly Photo Challenge

Silence

Well it’s been a while since I’ve done one of these! Late to the party but here it is:

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No noise allowed

The hardest thing about this Weekly Photo Challenge has been choosing the right picture–I have so many that would qualify. In the end this one won. This little piece of woodland is Prestwich Clough in Manchester and I discovered it in April 2017.

It’s amazing how quiet a place in a city, that is not even very far from a main road can be. It must be the trees.

I remember reading a children’s story back in my home country about a guy who collected silence and he had this big house with many rooms and every room had a different type of silence. Forest silence, beach silence, field silence, cave silence and so on and so on. Anne Shirley in Anne of Windy Poplars also talks about different types of silence in her letter to Gilbert.

I’m sure if I were totally blind and insensitive to heat and cold I could easily tell just where I was by the quality of the silence about me.

So it’s never a total silence then. I imagine that would only be in space.

Break the Silence

I’ve been going back and forth with this paragraph, typing and deleting, typing again and deleting again. This is only a photo posting challenge, nothing more but even Cheri asks at the end of her post whether silence can be a negative thing. Because I believe it can (in a different sense than my photograph) and I was thinking about the #MeToo movement and other horrible things that have been happening and are happening, so I just want to add this: if you see a case of injustice happening, please do speak up.

In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.
~Martin Luther King, Jr

 

 

Silence

Miscellaneous

How Is 2018 Treating You?

I haven’t seen much difference yet myself, have you? But it’s still early, after all, as Neil DeGrasse Tyson never fails to tweet every New Year’s Day, the first day of January has no astronomical significance whatsoever.

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Sunset in inner city

At least I’m back at the gym… sometimes.

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This is after I finished, I wasn’t going 2 km/h for 31 minutes!

I know that I haven’t been updating this blog much lately and to be very honest, I don’t really know what to do with it. I paid for the domain for another year but that’s about it. I feel like Phoebe here:

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Friends has been made available to watch on Netflix this January, so you can guess what I’ve been doing.

Okay, maybe I have more than a “pla”. I just like that quote 🙂 Hear me out:

I’ve been thinking about doing a series. In some of my past posts, I have mentioned I’m somewhat of a fan of dystopian fiction. In the last year I took some pictures that–in my imagination at least–could represent a setting of such fiction. I would like to get this out there, once I figure out a way to do it. So, yeah, watch this space.

 

Miscellaneous

I Heart Manchester

I like to refer to Manchester as my adopted hometown.

I came to Manchester in 2003 on an au-pair placement. Oft-times I think of how lucky I was to end up here.  A city, but not as huge and frantic and loud (and expensive) as London.

I first heard about the attack late on Monday night. It was reported that there was a loud bang at the Manchester Arena after the Ariana Grande concert and at the same time, Metrolink (which I use for my everyday transport) tweeted that services were not going through Victoria Station due to a police incident. Shit, I thought, I bet this is gonna last till tomorrow morning and how will I get to work?

(To clarify, Manchester Arena is next to Victoria Station, the box office entrance is through the station. I pass this station daily, it is physically impossible for me to avoid it when going to and from the city centre.)

As the reports coming in became clearer and clearer, my getting to work stopped being a priority.

You hear there are fatalities. And then you remember, Ariana Grande’s fanbase is young. Very young.

You hear about an attack like this and you want to be a good person and not believe that it is that thing it usually is and then it turns out that it is that thing that is usually is. But this is not what my post is about.

Times of tragedy bring out the goodness in people. Taxi drivers offering free rides. Cafe giving out free coffee to emergency workers. Hotel giving shelter to frightened teens returning from the concert. A homeless man rushing to help the injured.

Terror threat has now been raised to critical and it’s likely we will see soldiers on the streets tomorrow. I will get up in the morning and go to work and do my job as usual and when I finish I will go home and do shopping and cook my dinner and feed my cat and watch my shows and read books as usual, because I’m damned if I let any fanatical terrorist do anything differently.

We stand united.

Some phone shots from Tuesday 23rd.

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Printworks

 

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Arndale Shopping Centre

 

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Market Street

 

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Sign outside the Co-Op buildings

Owen Jones writes for Guardian:

It is a cliche to talk about the friendliness of the north. Manchester has problems just as every city does: nowhere is populated by saints, everyone is capable of unkindness or worse. But whereas, in other cities, people can be in too much of a rush to bother with niceties, where icy politeness is a substitute for warmth, Manchester stands out. Strangers ask how you are, and mean it. People who have never met can strike up conversations on public transport and on the street: in London, that is seen, quite frankly, as a bit odd. That would have happened in that concert yesterday. That’s just what Mancs do.

Yesterday, Manchester was one of the greatest cities on earth, and it remains so today. The warmth, the solidarity, the unique Manc humour, all of that will thrive as much as it ever did. This was the city that helped bequeath modern industrial civilisation; it is a hurricane of creativity and talent, like the music of Oasis and The Smiths, the art of Lowry, Corrie, the football, the athletes, the comedians, the suffragettes, the LGBT activists.

 I heart Manchester.