Wednesday, 29 September 2010
I've been full of cold over the past few days so haven't been out much. Anyway, here is one from the last photo-expedition over the weekend. Block of flats. Harsh angle. Lovely view across Sefton Park (expect winter pics of this!) from the top floors. The flats have been done up a little over the past few years so the area is not as rough as the photographs hints. Lots of students and newly arrived settlers from continental Europe. Quite a pleasant area for a walk really.
Monday, 27 September 2010
Not far from Toxteth (more on this area to come no doubt) is a parade of shops called Mrytle Parade. I used to live in various flats and student hovels in the area during my 'youth' and went in here a great deal. It is known to all as "Earl's". Earl is the owner - which may or may not be his real name. I have enlarged a portion of his shopfront to give you an idea of the way Earl deals with the world. The shop contains, amidst all the cheap booze, a miasmic fug which must be something to do with what Earl smokes in the back. And reggae with a very deep bassline, which must aid Earl in the creation of that fug.
Upon entry, you notice that everything is behind one inch of plexiglass. You have to rouse Earl from his soporific torpor to get him to bring you anything from his shelves. The usual response from him is "Wha' you waaa?" He then trudges to collect whatever it was you asked for and then mumbles the cost at you. You then beat a hasty retreat - Mrytle Parade is not a place to hang around after dark. This may explain the threatening sign he has placed in the window. Those in the know are aware that Earl is usually so stoned as to render any counterattack from him useless. When we were poor students though, we took him at his word, after all, the stoned demeanour may have all been an act.
Sunday, 26 September 2010
Not far from me is The Mersey Wave a scuplture, on the main road out of South Liverpool, which looks good lit up. It was taken down a few weeks after installation as the beams moved (alot) when it was windy! There are other pictures of the same thing including this fantastic one, but I was trying out a new tripod the other night and this was one of the best shots...
Saturday, 25 September 2010
Not far from me is the Jaguar/Land Rover factory at Halewood. Used to be Ford but things changed. Not much in the way of attractions but the back road is very out of the way and has the factory on one side and a railway line on the other. Huge speed bumps all the way along but there's hardly any traffic. Lots of evidence of lorry activity and presumably there is a little tow-along cafe that turns up in the week. Very nice today - the sun and sky looked good.
Friday, 24 September 2010
Again, near the docks. Bleak and Urban. What else is there to say? Wide vista reminiscent of more rural scenes perhaps? Never seen a tourist on this road. Although there is a VW CamperVan place down the road so it may get some passing trade...
Thanks for the positive comments by the way! It's good to be here - this is my way of getting myself to take more photographs - which I've been neglecting to do lately....
Thursday, 23 September 2010
Greasy spoon cafe near the docks. One of the types that opens at dawn and closes early afternoon. After around 2pm there is no point staying open as everyone hwo is hungry has been and the next meal will be had at home. The early starters are catered for with the early opening too. There are still lots of these around, usually in backstreet industrial estates, serving 'hearty' food but which sets you up for the day.
Wednesday, 22 September 2010
A view along the river from the corner of the Albert Dock. One of Liverpool's regenerated in the 1980's places. It used to host Fred's Weather Map as used on This Morning before they all went South to London. Students used to jump across onto it to scavenge the coins that people used to throw onto it... It still has the Tate Gallery though, which gets some decent artists every now and then. The pictured part is away from the throbbing tourist hordes and runs along the riverfront itself, which makes for an almost hidden place. Nice for a walk or a shifty smoke if you're working in the Albert Dock..
Tuesday, 21 September 2010
Machinery at Garston Docks. This was taken early evening, with a chill (ish) in the air. Still light enough to go cycling though. This was on my route. The docks still the see occasional ship, though they are too far down river where it becomes too shallow for any of the really big ships to ever come this far. The docks are quite old, originally built in the 1850s by railway companies located further inland. Presumably this means they handled raw cotton destined for the mills of Manchester, Macclesfield and other places which boomed in the Industrial Revolution.
There is a road leading from the docks called Window Lane. On this street, my neighbour tells me, a young sailor could buy anything his heart desired. Brothels, nightclubs, pubs, tailors, tattoo parlours, barbers - it was all there.
Monday, 20 September 2010
Always busy with tourists snapping one another, Strawberry Fields used to be a children's home run by the Salvation Army (they also got an annual visit/donation from Yoko Ono too), but has since closed down. John Lennon's house was just around the corner on Menlove Avenue and John used to nip up there (it would have been just at the back of his house) as a kid. The graffiti adds to the effect now, yet the council and the Salvation Army seemed content to let it slowly rot. So a kind chap from Manchester visited the site and set to with his paintbrushes.
It's in a lovely setting, all overgrown with trees and with dank, mossy walls on either side. On a steep hill opposite a Catholic Boys' school. Shady in the cummer and cold in the winter. The council put in speed bumps which help lessen the traffic noise too...
Sunday, 19 September 2010
Most graffiti is of the basic, advisory kind, merely informing its reader that "Screffo is a grass" or that "Someone loves Someone Else", which is all very well, if not particulalry inspiring. Occasionally though you get something more profound, more akin to an aphorism than the informational. Like this one, seen in Newington in the city centre. The whole street is walled on both sides and has become the home to a variety of graffiti which strays into political comment and such profound (and presumably unintentional) statements as seen here.