Here are some rich and random textures from my picture vault. The most recent is the arched doorway from Whalley Range. The sun was streaming into my humble phone camera resulting in a real dud which I rescued using Photoshop Express and Tadaa. All on the phone, all on the hop. As you can tell, I’m still amazed by technology.
Random
The Rich and the Random
Tales of Us – The new album from Goldfrapp
Due to land in early September, the new album from electronic duo Goldfrapp sounds like the best of their astral debut Felt Mountain and the psychedelic classic Seventh Tree blended into a unique signature sound. This teaser trailer is the first taste, and I’ll be reporting from the live album reveal show in Manchester later in July, July, July. Hop on over to High Tunes, my music blog for a sneak preview of the album….
Also, check out my Totem mix of Thea here, one of the stand out tracks from the album
Pimm’s on the Allotment
Oh how terribly English! This week I went back to Shaun’s allotment, which is now in full bloom. Because Brit Summer is such an unpredictable lass, the nation tends to go slightly crazy when the sun comes out, and you all know how I like my rays. I grab the beautiful details with my phone, usually at random, and record them here so you can all see how I view the world. It’s not a charmed life that I lead, so I appreciate those little glimpses of beauty – nature in full parade.
Lying in the Grass
When the sun shines, I worship. British weather is reliably unpredictable so the chance to roll around in the grass while I turn a strange shade of beetroot is something to be cherished. I watch dogs playing, butterflies skip round my head and my mind plays Perfect Day by Lou Reed. “Drink sangria in the park…” Mine’s a banana and strawberry smoothie, thanks. On the news, many thousands of people are rioting over the right to keep their green spaces…and their rights in general. Every second of peace, here, is a luxury to me.
Reap the Wild Earth
It’s a breathless title for a very tranquil subject. My friend took me to see his allotment on the edge of the city. The street stops, we walk through a gate and… peace. Plants of every description, some in neat little rows, others waging nature’s gentle war. Green crawling over everything man-made, dismantling us so slowly we can’t even see it. How long would it take for a jungle to grow over the lost ruins of Manchester?























