Thursday, 2 August 2012

Wednesday, 30 May 2012

The Garden


Our England is a garden, and such gardens are not made
By singing:--"Oh, how beautiful!" and sitting in the shade

Rudyard Kipling

Tuesday, 24 April 2012

Angel

The Angel by William Blake
I Dreamt a Dream! what can it mean?
And that I was a maiden Queen:
Guarded by an Angel mild;
Witless woe, was neer beguil'd!

And I wept both night and day
And he wip'd my tears away
And I wept both day and night
And hid from him my hearts delight

So he took his wings and fled:
Then the morn blush'd rosy red:
I dried my tears & armd my fears,
With ten thousand shields and spears.

Soon my Angel came again;
I was arm'd, he came in vain:
For the time of youth was fled
And grey hairs were on my head

Shine

Tuesday, 17 April 2012

Tuesday, 27 March 2012

The Mancunian



I am fascinated by my journey into Manchester every morning and the ruins of The Railway Pub at Cornbrook has always caught my eye.
After a bit of research I came across this picture of how it looked in it's former glory.

Saturday, 24 March 2012

Past & Future

Time of The North


Time Is by Henry Van Dyke

Time is
Too Slow for those who Wait,
Too Swift for those who Fear,
Too Long for those who Grieve,
Too Short for those who Rejoice;
But for those who Love,
Time is not.

Monday, 19 March 2012

Cultural Heartbeat

 Multiculturalism. Curry Mile. Neon-lighted Curry Cathedrals.
Representing all of South Asia. Energy. People make the place.
Dominated by all Manchester; all of the multi-coloured and different Mancunians.
  Labels and identities don't seem to matter.
Nothing is perfect in the rest of Manchester. One mile in one part of the city the main competition is between curries and not cultures.