Musings from the Merse
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Come friendly Bombers.........
Not many people know that there are 71,000 plus images of Lancaster on flickr. This I found surprising as the youngest son-in-law had claimed that Lancaster City was one of the most boring places in the UK whose only useful purpose was to act as a gateway to the Lake District. And the fascinating town Duns, a paradise for the interest seeker has only a fraction of the pictures attributed to yawn worthy Lancaster.
I have now been through the first few pages arranged in order of 'interestedness' as Flickr insists on calling its selection procedures and I do believe the ysil is dead right. Unless you are a bus spotting anorak or a Flight Buff junkie there seems nothing worth photographing apart from city and corporation buses and the Second World War bomber which bears the town's name. Looking out of the window high above the uni campus there's little to photograph except wet concrete and hissing down rain. And judging from a nocturnal trip around the city apart from the Castle (now the town stir) and the Priory there is very little to squeeze the camera trigger for. Chain stores, Victorian pubs, and of course buses.
Scenically and architecturally it will be good to be back in the
Merse. If there is a new building in this city to match the style and beauty of the Hutton Village Hall let some kind person to lead me to it.
But 9-30 am tomorrow will be too late.
Not many people know that there are 71,000 plus images of Lancaster on flickr. This I found surprising as the youngest son-in-law had claimed that Lancaster City was one of the most boring places in the UK whose only useful purpose was to act as a gateway to the Lake District. And the fascinating town Duns, a paradise for the interest seeker has only a fraction of the pictures attributed to yawn worthy Lancaster.
I have now been through the first few pages arranged in order of 'interestedness' as Flickr insists on calling its selection procedures and I do believe the ysil is dead right. Unless you are a bus spotting anorak or a Flight Buff junkie there seems nothing worth photographing apart from city and corporation buses and the Second World War bomber which bears the town's name. Looking out of the window high above the uni campus there's little to photograph except wet concrete and hissing down rain. And judging from a nocturnal trip around the city apart from the Castle (now the town stir) and the Priory there is very little to squeeze the camera trigger for. Chain stores, Victorian pubs, and of course buses.
Scenically and architecturally it will be good to be back in the
Merse. If there is a new building in this city to match the style and beauty of the Hutton Village Hall let some kind person to lead me to it.
But 9-30 am tomorrow will be too late.
Labels: Duns, University of Lancaster
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