Another Manchester marathon, and I was looking for a new way to approach photographing it. Although there’s always the runners, the spectators and the entertainment, I like to have some sort of ‘hook’ to think about that marks one year off from another.
This year I decided to look at the runners’ feet: after all, what is more evocative of the experience for the majority of participants than the state of their feet at the end of it?
And, yes, I am aware that not everybody runs the marathon.
We woke up to a gloriously bright, crisp, late February morning. After months of dull, wet, gloomy weather, this looked like an ideal day for a trip to the seaside — our first this year. We shoved the dog into his travel cage in the car and, an hour or so later, we were at one of our favourite places for a day out: Southport.
The wind was bitterly cold, but that just meant that the light had that wonderful crisp, blue quality of a winter’s day. It reminds me in some ways of that hard, Mediterranean light that produces such vivid colours.
Here are a few random noticings from the visit…
I’ve been to gigs by The Fraudsters before, so I wasn’t going to miss the chance of an up-close and intimate gig when they played the upstairs room of The Brook in Sale. Continue reading “An ‘intimate’ gig”
Have I said how much I like the seaside? I’m sure I’ve mentioned it once or twice.
This time it was a new place for us: Hoylake on The Wirral. Unfortunately, we went on a Sunday, when the town was almost entirely shut, but we did manage to find a dog-friendly cafe for lunch (hello, Flavours Cafe).
Walking the dog
It’s like having a small child…
Looks like they get some serious waves here
That wind farm again
Sun’s going down…
Admit it, the first thing you think of when autumn comes around is the colours of the trees as they slowly draw the valuable resources back from their leaves prior to shedding them for the winter. Continue reading “Fungus”
I am somewhat in awe of anyone who can take a piece of marble or wood or clay and turn it into a three-dimensional representation of something. That someone does that, not with chisels but with a band of metal spikes whizzing around at high speed, only adds to the sense of admiration for their skill. Continue reading “Chainsaw sculpture”
(Trigger warning for possible arty bollocks ahead)
I’ve had a bit of a thing for a few years now for photographing doors and windows. A large part of it is, I think, that they appeal to that part of me that likes clean geometric shapes. Mostly rectangles with the occasional triangle or semicircle and usually a high degree of symmetry, there’s a sense of order about them that can take on an almost abstract quality. Continue reading “Doors, windows and colour”
I took another of my all too rare trips into Manchester the other day. As with my previous post on this subject, I soon became very aware that almost everyone who was sat on a bench was checking their phone — or, at least, had it in their hand ready. Continue reading “Sitting on a park bench… Part 2”
I have no idea why static cycling is called ‘spinning’: what’s wrong with ‘static cycling’?
Be that as it may, we had another charity event at my local gym the other evening, and I managed to grab a few minutes to photograph some of the people taking part in a 25km ‘spin’ to raise funds for cancer research. Continue reading “Spinning in a good cause”
I’ve mentioned before that I love the seaside and I love photographing the seaside. It doesn’t matter if it’s in season or out, good weather or bad, there’s something there to photograph, or a mood to be captured. Continue reading “Grim”