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