Salford, 3rd February 2018
Detritus floating en-masse down the ship canal
Readily aided by the boats and the water
Is floating aimlessly towards the basin gates
Full stop only happening upon hitting the booms where each stick gangs
Together forming a pretty pattern on the
Overjoyed geese, plunder the booty, piling
One large stick on top of another till a safe place for eggs has been built, whilst
Downstream, a boat with a foriegn name (and crane) is coming to pick up the leftovers
Picture of Salford quays, during one of its sunsets
taken with my Sony Xperia phone
all is calm on the waters surface
the fish are sleeping soundly below
and the geese have headed for bed till breakfast
all is quiet, all is calm
what you’d call serene
Take a day, any day
And a place, any place
Now take a time, any time
and capture it
in your memory
That was the day you ate that Sandwich at the quayside cafe
and saw brave souls in Frogsuits dive headlong in the eerie
deep waters of a Salford Canal Basin
They travelled so quickly
Foam rose in the waters
and Canoe based Marshals
Bobbed around in Man-made waves
A response to the reflecting prompt, taken at Salford Quays recently
Taken by me using my Sony DSC-H300 camera – using sunset mode and continuous frame.
Had a while to wait for the sun to duck below the clouds, but i’m happy with the end result and the colours in the water and sky.
Anyone wondering about the buoys in the water – this is where the watersports centre do their windsurfing, canoeing and line surfing.
Detroit Bridge, Erie Basin, Salford Quays
My entry for the “Look up” Photo Challenge
Picked it for the Red, White and Blue of the Steels in the bridge – as well as that wonderful blue you get of a Salford City Morning.
Could call it a little abstract on my part – but I like the way it makes shapes out of the morning sky.
Poem that appeared in “Writers Cramp” in 2010, For BASIC
The pigeon is skipping down the lane,
on a Mission.
He’s looking for that bit of fish,
from the open sardine tin,
left by the daytripper
at St Francis’ Basin.
Or the Half Eaten Sandwich,
Left in the bins
By the Designer
at the Outlet by Salford Quays
And passing snow geese can only look on,
as the pigeon hops,
between passing pedestrians,
in their summer regalia.
He doesn’t mind,
He and his friends,
He doesn’t mind
What they drop,
So long as they can have it