Manchester Meander

I nipped into town yesterday, to find that the normally naked, winter trees had these things blooming upon them.

image

And what a difference they made, too, on an otherwise drab, grey afternoon. They were hanging on trees  all over the city as part of the forthcoming Chinese New Year celebrations.

image

Over in Piccadilly Gardens I stumbled across this sleepy hound, made on the spot with sand by some budding entrepreneurial artist, collecting coppers in an upturned cap. There was a comical moment when a passing dog was straining at the leash to get near. I guess it passed the test. I can’t even get a sandcastle to stand up.

image

Amidst the throng of different people going about their business, it was good to see this guy among us, keeping us all safe.

image

I’m not sure if he was an avenger, or some kind of transformer, but I wanted also to capture the star shield thing on his elbow, and the  distinctive helmet before him, but as I was taking the shot he began to turn.

I was off! You don’t mess with either avengers or transformers.

Especially Mancunian ones.

Advertisements

9 thoughts on “Manchester Meander

    • Yes-I always have an inkling to live somewhere out in the sticks, like the Orkney islands that I love, but I suspect after a while I will miss the city. I’m sure you will empathise-city girl that you are.

      Liked by 1 person

  1. I see that I missed a lot of posts while I was on vacation! Love your photos, Andy! I’m sure that dog is pretty sheepish bristling at a sand dog! The artist is very talented.
    Love the red against the gray!

    Like

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s