January 25th – Crossing Anchor Bridge and heading up the High Street the sky was unusually light, so I just popped the camera on the bridge parapet and set it off on timer.
I never, ever tire of this view. Can’t wait to see some leaves on those trees again.
January 12th – A better day health and mood-wise, but not in terms of the weather. I had to go to Droitwich, and got wet on the way. On my return, it was sunny in Worcestershire and Birmingham; as I got to Walsall near 3pm, the sky blackened and dusk seemed to fall early.
The sky was incredible, seen here at Station Street in Walsall, just as the rain started.. The following downpour? Not so much.
January 11th – Another reason I wasn’t feeling too chipper was I’d forgotten my camera, but felt like I might have lost it. I hadn’t, thankfully, just in the general cloud of roughness that morning I’d left it behind.
Returning to Shenstone tired, I chanced my hand at a couple of night shots of my beloved station, and have been genuinely surprised at how decent the phone camera is in low light.
A bit grainy, but I don’t think it did too bad. Surprising.
December 28th – Over to Lichfield to pick up some tickets. A beautiful sunset I wasn’t in a great place to catch – but from the corner of Market Lane in Wall it looked wonderful through the trees.
A better day. Perhaps things are improving at last. But still that abrasive, grinding wind.
December 18th – Heading off to Birmingham early again, I shot through Mill Green late, but I couldn’t resist photographing that gorgeous sunrise. The past couple of days have shown the most beautiful sunrises and sunsets – and arriving at the station too late for the train, it gave me chance for a better go at the view of Hill Hook I took from the train yesterday.
The weather of late has been awful, but sights like this make the misery of cycling in such wet weather totally worth it.
December 17th – At Telford after a flying visit, overlooking the station towards the town centre, a remarkable sunset to close the bracket of the wonderful dawn.
It had been a long day. Inbetween the two, I’d spent a morning in Darlaston.
Every Christmas I swear I’ll take it easy in the run-up. Every year I fail to do so and end up in a mad rush. Will I ever learn?
Mind you, I’d have missed this wonderful sight…
December 17th – I had to nip into Eddington early in the day, so I hopped on the train and sped down the Cross City Line. As the dawn threatened to break over Hill Hook, I caught this shot of Sutton Coldfield transmitter through an open train door.
This week hasn’t been great weather wise, and in such dark days t can be hard to find beauty. But I was glad I saw this,
December 9th – In Darlaston itself, a reminder of the great architecture present in this underrated town. Darlaston Police Station is a beautiful building, more ornate than any police station I’ve seen. It scans foursquare in a quiet, tree-lined side street overlooking Victoria Park.
On this chill winter morning, the low sun through the trees make me stop and take a good look.
If you’ve never visited Darlaston, please do. It’s a wonderful, unassuming place, full of gems like this.
November 28th – Saturday was a much better day. i had an errand to run in Lichfield in the morning, before the weather broke once more, and I took a wander down Quonians Lane, a place I’d passed but never studied before much.
What a beautiful, idiosyncratic building.
November 11th – A beautiful dawn, so beautiful I took a ride over to Little Aston to catch it better. Gorgeous skies worth of the best autumn sunset, rendered more precious by high cloud.
I’m glad I was awake to witness this. Gorgeous.
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