I’ve collected here some of my favourite photos from across the first year of this blog.
St Lawrence’s was well-maintained despite being no longer an active church.
Reflections in the water.
Trees at Hampton Ferry.
Yeah, this doesn’t show you much of what Derby’s like, I just like the picture. Peregrine falcons are cool.
See? Beautiful.
The old cathedral, near the altar.
Looking into the chapter house.
The station is Grade II listed too.
Pretentious shot.
Squirrel. What more can I say?
The dragon in this picture is one of many at the streets entering the City of London (i.e. the financial bit).
The roof of the Design Museum. I’d say the best roof in the world, but perhaps I’m being hyperbolic.
Part of the memorial to Oscar Wilde. The graffiti on the wall behind made the local news (I can’t link from a caption, but Google the words and you’ll find it).
A tunnel of the riverside path under Reading Bridge.
A real live emu!
The north stairs. The statue is an Amitābha Buddha from China, dedicated in 585.
Avoid the dinosaurs, go look at the rocks.
The furniture galleries.
A sundial in the centre of a labyrinth in Campbell Park.
Kingfisher! Ptarmigan! Dog!
The station clock is quite nice.
The entrance to the caves.
Dramatic upward shot.
A view towards one of the greenhouses; a Windows Vista, you might say.
Tulips on the way to the Temperate House.
The Palm House, seen from the end.
Artsy shot of the Temperate House.
The old Salt Grammar School bell tower, now part of Shipley College.
Pretentious mill shot.
Santa on a bike. Slightly inexplicable
Big wheel (not always present).
Tower blocks of no particular importance but I liked this photo.
The City Hall.
Pretty, amirite?
A woodpecker.
Sparrow on a dustbin.
Sign on a heavily-graffitied bridge over the West Coast Main Line.
The footbridge over the canal at the locks.
The kingfisher about to take flight.
Looking down from a bus. Taken by shoving my camera out of the window, which was probably foolish.
The piers of Blackfriars Bridge. Red pillars like the ones on the right are contained within the stone columns to the left.
A sparrow in front of Tate Modern.
We also on this trip went to the Tate Modern viewing gallery, but that didn’t fit in thematically. Here’s St Paul’s.
The Rochdale Canal passes through the town.
Looking across the Piece Hall yard, you can see the three different architectural styles.
The old bridge crossing the Hebble Brook, with the newer flyover, Burdock Way, on top. Dean Clough Mills are visible in the background to the right.
Looking over Bingley from above the highest lock.
The shed at the bottom was for carding and combing, and is viewed from the main building, used for spinning. An equivalent shed on the other side was for weaving.
Don’t ask me what kind of butterflies these are. It’s like the birds all over again.
The interior.
I actually think this one is decent.
See, it’s nice in the CornEx.
I didn’t mention this in the post, but it’s a shopping centre partly in the “Dark Arches” under the station; the station is on a viaduct over the River Aire.
Mallard, which still holds the record for the fastest steam locomotive (mainly because nobody is racing steam locomotives anymore). The coach it’s pulling was used to measure speeds of locomotives, and is significantly older than Mallard itself.
The bridge on the site of the original Roman bridge across the Ouse (the bridges up- and downstream from this are roughly where the walls met the river, so this is the only bridge properly within the walled city). The pub on the left frequently floods, bless it.
The station. Just look at it, and try to ignore the hateful train I’ve spent untold days of my life on. I’m looking at you, Voyager.
I didn’t record which flower this was, sorry.
Because I had to get a Tube picture in.
Sorry, this picture is blurry, but that’s the clock. Tangier visible in the background.
It’s a church, innit?
Insta-tastic shot of a pair of arches.
A wedding shop’s display.
The windows range from completely secular and/or abstract to fully religious.
The church green. Very villagey-feeling.
The ventilation shaft, in artistic black-and-white (to mask the awful blue tint my camera gave it).
Looking down on the Northern line. This felt surreal enough that I didn’t appreciate that I was looking down on a real Tube train until after it had gone.
The ventilation shaft, in artistic black-and-white (to mask the awful blue tint my camera gave it).
A Tracey Emin. Honest.
Directly below the Gherkin, also nicknamed “the Crystal Phallus”, is a church called St Andrew Undershaft. Ahem.
I’m not sure where this is, and I’ve already had to look up several of the last three. I give up.
There is one heritage bus route that remains in London, using the old-style Routemaster Buses. This is one of the buses.