That's a really lovely, quite dramatic photo you've taken there.Took a photo of the Manchester skyline whilst out cycling last night. If you look careful you can see the two cranes and the Etihad on the far right of the photo View attachment 121429
I’ll take your word for it.Took a photo of the Manchester skyline whilst out cycling last night. If you look careful you can see the two cranes and the Etihad on the far right of the photo View attachment 121429
Thanks. Is there a way to pause the animated gif other than trying to take screenshots of each stage!?
Took a photo of the Manchester skyline whilst out cycling last night. If you look careful you can see the two cranes and the Etihad on the far right of the photo View attachment 121429
Sorry, will try do a slower version tomorrow, if it doesn't get too big to upload here. Thought I was keeping it sharp and snappy.Yes, I thought that. I'm afraid it goes by too rapidly for my tiny brain to follow.
Here it is.That skyline!
There's a painting that's always fascinated me. It's called View of Manchester, painted by Willian Wyld in 1851. Wonder if anyone knows it? Beautiful countryside immediately outside Manchester to the east — as it is to this day — but at that period you looked down from a bucolic landscape into a vast bowl of smokestacks — the biggest no doubt in the world at the time. There's a lover and his lass sitting on the grass doing exactly that.
How things have changed.
Edit: it's not actually called what I thought it was called (that's the name given on the back of my copy of Gaskell's Mary Barton, which uses the painting on the front cover). It's called Manchester from Kersal Moor. I don't think I've ever been on walks on Kersal Moor.
here we goThat skyline!
There's a painting that's always fascinated me. It's called View of Manchester, painted by Willian Wyld in 1851. Wonder if anyone knows it? Beautiful countryside immediately outside Manchester to the east — as it is to this day — but at that period you looked down from a bucolic landscape into a vast bowl of smokestacks — the biggest no doubt in the world at the time. There's a lover and his lass sitting on the grass doing exactly that.
How things have changed.
Edit: it's not actually called what I thought it was called (that's the name given on the back of my copy of Gaskell's Mary Barton, which uses the painting on the front cover). It's called Manchester from Kersal Moor. I don't think I've ever been on walks on Kersal Moor.