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Turbulent Indigo

Today was my day off and you know what? I spent most of it thinking about the fact that I have got to go back to work tomorrow. That's bad. This bloody job is beginning to take over all my waking hours. It's a PART TIME job fer Christ's sake, a mere bagatelle. It should occupy a smidgeon of my waking hours but I hate it that much it's beginning to drag me down.

On the plus side, the HR dept of my potential new employers have phoned to let me know that they will be making me a job offer when they receive my references. On the negative side, they've written to my current employers asking for a reference. So now they know I'm trying to get out of the place just what sort of crap can I expect before I finally bugger off?

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I got a mention on Manchizzle which describes this blog as a photoblog. Thanks to Tony for the heads up.) I'm happy with that for that's what it seems to be becoming. In fact most days I'm taking photographs. I seem to be driven to do little else at the moment. You could say it's becoming almost an obsession. Still, it's a good obsession, an obsession that helps me forget my bloody job.

I've inherited a decent little 2 megapixel cameraphone as well (Sony Ericsson K750i) so I now have a camera at all times. I am a camera.

Today, after spending the morning being pissed off at my employment predicament, I decided to take my camera off somewhere different and did a lurk on t'Internet and discovered the panopticons of Lancashire. But which one to head for? In the end I plumped for the Singing Ringing Tree just above Burnley. It was great. I love public art and public art like this is just exquisite. With fabulous views of Burnley (I could see right into Turf Moor Stadium), Pendle Hill and the surrounding countryside. It's a beautiful place to relax and unwind while the wind blows away the crap in your head and provides the musical drone that sets the scene for the meditation that follows. It was bloody cold up there though and soon the rain started so, after forty five minutes snapping away as I listened to the Æolian music the tree produced, I quickly legged it a damp quarter of a mile, got back in the car and had a little drive round the sodden towns of this lovely part of Lancashire. I intend to visit all of these structures over the next few months. Brilliant.

So, without further ado, some pics. (Incidentally, if you click on the pics it will take you through to my Flickr page where you can view them full size - if you want to of course.)


The Singing Ringing Tree.


The Singing Ringing Tree solarised.


And again.


A wet dry stone wall, Burnley.


Frost on my windscreen. Taken with my cameraphone. Ain't technology wonderful?


On my way to work Saturday 2nd Feb 2008. 2 megapixel cameraphone.


Library Walk, Manchester.


Door, Manchester Cathedral.


The Printworks reflected in the rain. Manchester.


Mancunian rain.


Candles in The Old Wellington pub. 2 megapixel cameraphone.