Resting after a long walk today, sitting in Cloisters (a favourite pub in an old Parsonage, which opened when I lived in a student flat round the corner, back in the day – our kitty used to follow us to the pub!). I noticed my reflection in this old mirror on the opposite wall of the pub, so naturally I took a snap. An unusual selfie! Pale Ale, pale male…
Walking home this week, and while it is still dark by the time I leave work, with it being lighter till a little later every day as we move into spring, there was a smidgen of blue light in the western sky. I didn’t have the tripod with me, so sat the camera in timer mode on the stone wall by the Walker Bridge over the Union Canal, where it runs between rows of Victorian tenements.
And I was lucky enough to catch this gorgeous Moon rise over the Union Canal, as dusk fell, the Moon chasing the setting sun across the sky.
