Category: #ShortWrytz

#ShortWrytz : creeking

There are a handful of them along the seafront at Grange-over-Sands. They lie quietly beneath the promenade, encased in the stonework crafted by Victorian engineers, whose design allowed the water to pass beneath the all-important railway tracks. They carry the amalgamated water of several small streams into the turbulent waters of Morecambe Bay… and backwards when the tide is high – which is quite … Read More #ShortWrytz : creeking

#ShortWrytz : Manx kippers and smoked humans

I suppose the surprise arrival – by post – of a batch of smoked kippers that morning should have triggered the gene in me that I’ve named: How Strange! I’ve mentioned our love of a kipper breakfast in previous posts. We had recently returned from our annual November visit to see our good friends on the Isle of Man. Part of our trip had … Read More #ShortWrytz : Manx kippers and smoked humans

#ShortWrytz – The Rock

It sat there… peaceful; serene, even. The tide came in, washed off the loose, blown sand, then went back out. Pretty much like any other day, really. But the rock knew this day was different… The young boy came over and stared at the rock, as he had done most days since that first day – the day they had started speaking to each … Read More #ShortWrytz – The Rock

#ShortWrytz: favourite buildings – Grange Station

I’m partial to stations… especially those that have history. The Victorian railways were a magnificent achievement, and changed British society in far-reaching ways. (600 words; a five minute read) During the late 1950s, and early 1960s my grandparents in Bolton used to take me for days out to the seaside. We never got as far as Grange-over-Sands, the lovely town that nestles at the … Read More #ShortWrytz: favourite buildings – Grange Station

#ShortWrytz : drizzle Mondays

The coastal town of Arnside is famous for its sunsets. Two rivers; the Bela and the Kent, flow out into Morecambe Bay through the arches of the famous long viaduct that connects Arnside with Grange-over-Sands on the way to Barrow-in-Furness, famous for our nuclear submarines. But this is a wet Monday, and Tess, our collie dog, is familiar with a different drill, as I … Read More #ShortWrytz : drizzle Mondays

#ShortWrytz : The house by the river

We’re often in Kirkby Lonsdale. It’s the perfect dog-walk for Tess, our collie, who loves to chase the ball in its riverside park, then sniff her way along the riverbank as we enter the town by the steep steps that lead to one of the best views in the county – Ruskin’s View. This part of the Lune Valley was a favourite haunt of … Read More #ShortWrytz : The house by the river

#ShortWrytz : Lucky

Sometimes, you just get lucky… You’re standing there with a camera that will actually reach into the shot that you’ve just seen. You know that the moment will last less than a second, so you don’t even breathe, you just press. Sometimes, you get lucky. A second later, the glorious white flicker is gone… but left behind is the ghost it allowed you to … Read More #ShortWrytz : Lucky

#ShortWrytz : Fractal Loving

I confess, I’m in love with the sky… A strange opening to a blog post, I know, but, when I came to think about my photographic relationship with the sky, it was simply one of love. “Look up!” The admonition was from Sue Vincent, one of my fellow Directors of the Silent Eye, when talking about churches and what lies above the normal eye-level. … Read More #ShortWrytz : Fractal Loving

#ShortWrytz : The Time-Capsule

I’ve written about it, before. The Saltpetre is a gunpowder store that was used to house the produce of the local gunpowder factory by the river Kent. The ‘black powder’ as it used to be called, was brought up through the village, slowly, by horse and cart – the cart having dressed wheels to help prevent sparks. There were many deaths in the village … Read More #ShortWrytz : The Time-Capsule

#ShortWrytz : Anglia ‘67

I came across this image the other day: a Ford Anglia, 1967. We had one, just this colour, and it was new. The first new car our family ever had. We’d had it about two weeks when Dad packed us all in and we motored off in the sunshine to Colwyn Bay; there to spend a few days in a B&B, and enjoying the … Read More #ShortWrytz : Anglia ‘67

#ShortWrytz : Dreams of Trees

The river is just below. Close and beautiful, as always, but he’s photographed it a hundred times and the winter’s challenge is to find a new place; a place hidden in the old, hidden in the usual. And then, as he turns to seek elsewhere, it’s there. Devoid of leaves, its tall structure is all there is, but its presence is magnificent and dark … Read More #ShortWrytz : Dreams of Trees

#ShortWrytz : Hope in the Sky

I have always looked for the key ‘moments’ as the turn of the year progresses. My favourite is the first day when you feel like ‘spring is in the air’. But, prior to that, there are certain nights in March when you feel that there is ‘hope’ in the sky – and sometimes that comes in the darkness rather than in the day. Here … Read More #ShortWrytz : Hope in the Sky

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