Sitting on a park bench… Part 2

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.

The gentleman above is engrossed in his phone on Market Street, whilst the people below were all relaxing in Library Walk (still my favourite bit of Manchester despite that horrible atrium they built at one end of it).

 

Sitting on a park bench

Sitting on a bench

I suppose quoting Jethro Tull’s Aqualung is a bit unfair on the subjects of these images, but I couldn’t resist.

These come from the same walk that I talked about in my last post (too long ago…). I’m only able to post them now because, well, I’ve only just got round to having them processed. These pictures were all shot on film — a medium I still enjoy using — and processing costs are a wee bit high, so I like to get a few rolls together to make it worthwhile. Continue reading “Sitting on a park bench”

Island of calm

A few days ago, I took a trip to Pomona Island in Manchester (well Stretford, really) with some photographer friends. The trip was in the nature of a recce of the area for a project that we may do in the near future.

Nestled between the Bridgewater and Manchester Ship canals, Pomona has been, in its time, a leisure area and an industrial site, but now is an urban wasteland. It is a fascinating area for nature lovers, since few people visit, despite quite easy access, so there is little disturbance. One of the first things we saw when we arrived was a small bird of prey (I have no idea what) hovering, searching for its next meal.

As someone who studied a biological science, I am endlessly fascinated with the way nature will always intrude on mankind’s best efforts. And when we leave for any length of time—so that there is no hoeing, spraying, cleaning—the process is faster and more dramatic.

The owners, Peel Group (who seem to own an unhealthily large proportion of land around here), want to build flats on it. There are others who would like it made into an inner-city recreation area, like it once was, and still others would like it to be a nature reserve. I just have to bring back the memory of that kite(?) to know which alternative I’d prefer.

Anyway, here’s a gallery that shows the ‘battle’ between nature and mankind’s attempts to tame it.

Impressions of Ancoats

I recently went on a photowalk around Ancoats in Manchester. I don’t know the area very well, so I wanted to get a series of pictures documenting an (almost) first-timer’s impressions of a new area. It’s a simple fact that Ancoats is somewhat run-down, but the late evening light lent a lovely soft quality to the area and helped to enhance the many bright colours to be found. This is not just a region of dingy old buildings – there’s beauty and interest to be found anywhere.

Pipe and ciggie
Please use main entrance
Dorsey Street fats
Pepsi and orange
Wigs up North