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 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”
Sometimes, things just don’t seem to be working for you: there’s a lack of inspiration, or you’re just not clicking (sorry) with the world around you, and you think that it’s going to be a bit of a wasted day Continue reading “On Market Street”
Some cities wake up when the sun goes down, whilst others go to sleep.
York leans toward the latter – a vibrant tourist trap by day, by night it becomes the haunt mostly of the ghost walkers. One could be forgiven for thinking that everyone who is out in York at night is either guiding or being led on a tour of the ghost stories of the city. Continue reading “The city by night”