Pulpy paper
Shattered slate
Crumbled brickfall
A faint stripe of rainbow across cloud
The railway viaduct arches showing moor through and above - no sky - and all of it saturated with warm, damp, muted colour. It looked far more rugged than a town centre railway bridge has any right to look
Cans, bottles, bottles, cans
Broken glass - the aftermath of a bottle fight? I saw one once, in the middle of the day in town. The two men looked just as you (or I, anyway) might expect - hard, brutally close-cropped, home- tattooed knuckles - and bullish, yet scared too, I thought. Little boys looking out from the men they had become. The bus queue jeered, but it was rather sad.
Ragwort, groundsel, grasses, dandelions, the nightmare that is hairy bittercress (just everywhere! I never saw it till maybe a decade ago), welsh poppies, thistles - chancer edge plants, one and all
Blue-grey slate sky - all the better for making anything sunlit in front of it look stunning
A brilliantly yellow painted house (pizza place really), a sunshine glow from further away, rather tacky close by
Acid green against nearly black, a stunning combination, spring beech
A crow looking both clichéd and ominous at once - last week I looked up at one staring straight down at me (well not really, I suppose, presumably it would have been in profile then) which did rather spook me
What I have always imagined to be yorkstone walls - great rippled stone slabs, upright, kept in line one with another using metal fastenings. They're gorgeous
No rain (lucky me. It's raining again now)
Shattered slate
Crumbled brickfall
A faint stripe of rainbow across cloud
The railway viaduct arches showing moor through and above - no sky - and all of it saturated with warm, damp, muted colour. It looked far more rugged than a town centre railway bridge has any right to look
Cans, bottles, bottles, cans
Broken glass - the aftermath of a bottle fight? I saw one once, in the middle of the day in town. The two men looked just as you (or I, anyway) might expect - hard, brutally close-cropped, home- tattooed knuckles - and bullish, yet scared too, I thought. Little boys looking out from the men they had become. The bus queue jeered, but it was rather sad.
Ragwort, groundsel, grasses, dandelions, the nightmare that is hairy bittercress (just everywhere! I never saw it till maybe a decade ago), welsh poppies, thistles - chancer edge plants, one and all
Blue-grey slate sky - all the better for making anything sunlit in front of it look stunning
A brilliantly yellow painted house (pizza place really), a sunshine glow from further away, rather tacky close by
Acid green against nearly black, a stunning combination, spring beech
A crow looking both clichéd and ominous at once - last week I looked up at one staring straight down at me (well not really, I suppose, presumably it would have been in profile then) which did rather spook me
What I have always imagined to be yorkstone walls - great rippled stone slabs, upright, kept in line one with another using metal fastenings. They're gorgeous
No rain (lucky me. It's raining again now)
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