I was walking around Manchester city centre the other day hoping to add to my collection of photographs of industrial gritty realism. I wasn’t doing so well. The sunlight was uncharacteristically strong and I caught myself wishing for some cloud, or even drizzle.
Down by the Arena fighting through the crowds of well dressed people streaming by into some religious get-together I paused to look across at the railway bridge over the Irwell. Sunlight reflected off the water, nice patterns on the girders, could be interesting, oh, and a heron.
So that was that. 30 minutes making sure I got a reasonable shot of wildlife right in the middle of a bustling city centre at 8:30 on a Saturday morning. The gritty realism could go hang for the morning.
