Category Archives: Photographs
Sunsets On Mars
It looks like a scene set on the fictional world of Tatooine, but this shot is of the sun setting on the empty, desolate planet of Mars.
In the whole of our history, we are the first human beings to witness a Martian sunset. Just think about that. We can see from the vantage point of an island that we as a species should never have reached.
I’ve said it before-this is a place where the silence has never been broken by spoken word.
One day it will. I wonder what that first word will be?
I say ‘silence’, but if you do a search you can discover an audio video that enables you to listen to the sound of this far-flung place. A place with few natural sounds except the wind.
I find things like this awe-inspiring. And there’s now lots of images to keep me going for some time yet. Rocky landscapes beneath a salmon sky.
I hope they instil in you the same sense of wonder that they do me. But if you are looking for a photo credit, though – I’m sorry, I didn’t take them.
This morning the estate I live on was a cold one. People seemed to carry more weight as they moved about it, with backs bent and shoulders hunched.
But there was a beauty there, too (something not often said about the place), if they would just stop for a moment, straighten up, and take it in.
A stark urban beauty, shaking off the shackles of sleep.
The strong wind came in as forecast. In my town centre, it was as if it had swept away most people along with the litter and leaves. Darkness fell at the same time as the storm.
Gloom and mood in tandem, the Autumn ‘fall’.
My house is on an estate at the top of a hill. The house on the hill. Sounds familiar. The hill hangs over this town centre. Half way up is a line of trees that have often served as refuge when caught in a sudden deluge. (And also a veritable bounty for kids filling their pockets with conkers.)
The rain followed faithfully the wind, but this time I didn’t need refuge. Modern man has a weather app, you know, and everything else at his nimble fingers. Sometimes I feel we’ve been robbed of the element of surprise, often exchanging wonder for knowledge. But if I really felt so strongly about it, I’d discard all oracles and take every day as it comes, wouldn’t I ?
Still, there is some wonder, even if, beneath this hooded, waterproof coat, there are no surprises:
I do love this time of year.
Big On Sky
A little imagination is all you need.
So I Meet You At The Cemetery Gates
The Sky On Fire
And while last night’s Wolf Moon still held on in the west, to the east the sky was on fire. Aren’t you glad you didn’t stay in bed to miss it?
But, just in case you did: a Good Molten Morning to you all.
From A Distance
Manchester from Spinningfields.
Spring from Winter.
June from January.
You can see anything you want, from a distance.