Another one of those old photographs that I love. A young woman standing on top of a wash tub. At first glance it appears from her stance that she is displaying no little attitude.
But close up you see a playful smile.
Maybe she stands on that tub to fit into the shot the plant on the window ledge behind her.
Of more interest, though, is the little girl in the background: the spy; the photobomber; maybe awaiting her turn.
Next in line for a photograph now lost to time’s censor.
However here she survives, perhaps only here: the eternal spy; the photobomber; the girl who intrudes. Pushing herself forward for 21st Century eyes.
Doesn’t Manchester look warm?
False advertising-see you in court.
They did things better back then.
And through the drizzle; the slate-grey day; this: outside Victoria Station, entrance to Manchester Arena, scene of the bombing in May. Bringing some colour to a building site.
I love this old photograph, showing children in their ageless cliques. Looking at the girls’ bonnets and the sign on the side of the building I think they are fresh out of Sunday School
Fast forward a hundred years and those lads would be getting thrown out of McDonald’s.
When you feel like you really need to go . . .