a. The bats were in fine form this evening, swooping and pirouetting
against a gloriously fiery sunset. I decided that watching bats at twilight is
every bit as thrilling to me as watching a firework display.
b. Just to prove that my landscape photography wasn’t
confined to the usual pretty places, here’s a shot of a corner of the city in
which I grew up. The gas holders (or ‘gasometers’ as people used to call them)
have gone now, and the canal basin has become a
marina-with-fancypants-apartments. But the church that can just be seen on the
hill is still there. That’s nice.
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