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.