Color Red

Colours, Photography, Poetry

A selection of stuff, taken by me during photography classes

submitted for Cees Fun Foto Challenge

Starting from the top, the Man Utd bee (1 and 2) – still buzzing around Old Trafford, Manchester as part of #Beeinthecity . next the tin soldier (3), an old tin box i kept cookies in. Red Bowl with soup in comes next (4), for the culinary photographer – Tomato Soup, (5) Trafford Road Bridge, near to Manchester Utd (6) Tomato on a Slate (7) Red Begonias, and (8) Red Bauble on last years Christmas Tree

The Orb was a lighting experiment – and used Red LEDs to brighten up a Glass Sphere.

The Mancunian Octopus

Photography, Poetry

#cffc #week2 #orange #octopus #manchester

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#CFFC #Octopus #Underwater #Sea

He swam from tropical waters

and landed in our seas

rescued by a trawler

from being a seagulls tea

The boatmen stored him carefully

as they made their way to the dock

a wildlife officer would come on board

at the entrance to the lock

Far too risky to put back in the waters

so they took him to a kind of zoo

“The Sea Life Centre” near Old Trafford

Travelling down the M62

And the keepers they took care of him

and made sure he was watered and fed

as he found a spot in the waters

and headed off to bed

My favourite place

Photography, Places, Poetry

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Favorite Place

salford quays, March 23rd

Sat on a bench by the Manchester ship canal,

just watching the water go by

and letting the lemon cake I’ve just munched on digest

as the feathered residents of the quays go by

dont think they know much about their famous neighbours

but it’s relaxing watching them travel through the water

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Cricket

Poetry, Sport

Sunday 6th August 2017

Salford Via Old Trafford Cricket Ground, Manchester

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(a tale of a cricket match…by inky)

A summers day
a Pavilion tea
watching the locals
its 100 for 3

The bowler holds the ball
of cork in his hand
Field placement set –
his tactics all planned

And Batsman on Green
waits for ball to be bowled
part of this game
thats ages old

No test match stars here
there up the Manc Road
but crowd is excited
as action explodes

Bowler Takes run up
from village hall clock
Batsman Prepared
solid as a rock

Ball hits the ground,
and it bounces in the air
Batsman clips ball
to the boundary, square

And Wicketkeeper yells
as fielders in a fix
trying to stop the cork ball
scoring a six

But , Alas ball descends
to the boundary , flat
and the sound of the “Third Man”
who shouts out “OWZAT!!!”

Bridge

Buildings, Cities, Cityscapes, Photography, Places, Water, Waterside

Salford, 5th July 2017

in response to the photo challenge Bridge

 

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It can be happily said that where i live, in Salford, you’re no more than five minutes away from a bridge of some sort.

The mass of water you see above is the Manchester Ship Canal , which flows towards the river mersey, and flows through the county of Greater Manchester

as a result – there’s a number of bridges that cross this expanse.

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The one i cross most days is the Trafford Road Bridge, which i cross when going to sporting events on the other side of the county.Trafford_Rd_Swing_Bridge

Occasionally, i’ll cross this bridge – the old dockside swing bridge – affectionately called “Detroit” as each of the docks is named after an american lake.  Detroit passes over “Erie” Basin, a place once for ships – but now more akin to Open water swimming

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Erie has an adjoining canal, called Mariners – and this too has a set of bridges to enable those living on the dockside to get about. This pic was taken at the point where the mouth of Erie flows into Mariners – which joins up with another set of Basins at the other side.

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The newest of all the bridges on the quayside (and the last in the sequence on my journey to Imperial War Museum North) is the Millennium Bridge – built for the year 2000 and providing access across the waterway between the Lowry arts centre in Salford, and Imperial War Museum North – in Neighbouring Trafford

(Sports fans might have also noted – its used for quick access to Manchester United Football Club’s stadium – Old Trafford)

Cogs in the Machine

Memories, Sport, Sports, Volunteering

Written by Brian F Kirkham in response to the Daily post
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Manchester 2012 – The Olympic Year

They turned up in their hundreds

to serve those landing in the city

to train, prepare and take part

in the pursuit of Gold, Silver and Bronze

 

Each with their individual role

A happy audience – the ultimate goal

Making sure the fans made their way to the game

Safe with a smile – that was the aim

 

Colourful characters – lining the street

a parade of marshals – who could not be beat

as fans from the world – arrived at a ground

and wanted to know how to get around

 

Cogs in the machine – with pointers and maps

Happy as one – helpful ladies and chaps

Treating the fans as welcomed guests

A team of vollies – that were the best

 

other vollie views :

https://inkdropblog.wordpress.com/2015/11/03/what-do-you-do-all-day/

https://inkdropblog.wordpress.com/2016/01/23/waves/

https://inkdropblog.wordpress.com/2016/11/20/memories-of-london-2012-paralympics/

The Great Manchester Run

BASIC, Sports, Volunteering

Sunday 22nd May 2016

Location : Old Trafford, Manchester.

Today I’ve been doing a spell of volunteering with Sale Harriers.

I’ve been marshalling the Great Manchester Run…its been wonderful watching the runners on the Old Trafford Stretch of the course passing Manchester Utd! The weekend began at the other side of the city with the Mini and Junior Run around the Etihad Campus (Sportcity)

 

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Even though they were hit by everything the Manchester weather could hit them with – We even had some Sun!!!   The race had its elite element with some of the worlds best long distance runners in the Elite Mens and Women’s races.  But it was watching the charity runners that did it for me.  Not at least, the runners running for Salford’s Brain and Spinal injury charity.  I could have sworn a pack of imperial stormtroopers passed me more than once 🙂  Hope the charity runners raised loads of cash for their chosen charities.

P.S.  I’ve read somewhere the runners were happy with their tee shirt this year – well, as a marshal i’m really happy with this years kit…a weatherproof jacket I can wear after the event without feeling like an advertisement board!

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My Marshall’s Uniform – used at Old Trafford and The Etihad!

 


Abandoned

Acrostic, Life, Poetry, Seasons, Sport, Sports

Tuesday, May 17th 2016

A piece of poetry written by Inkdrop for the Inkwell in response to the prompt from Daily Post

Abandoned

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Going to the game

Longing to see the team at

Old Trafford – but left on the Salford side of the canal

View of the Stadium assured but

Expectations dashed – no sign of the game

Someone’s left him by the waters edge.

Waves

People, Sport, Sports, Volunteering

Another poem with an Olympic theme, seeing as we are approaching the Rio Games in Brazil.

It was basically a write up of the build-up and expectation, over the time i was helping out as a spectator services team leader during the Football Competition in Manchester.  I’ve put it into some kind of verse!

Waves

by Brian F Kirkham

August 2012

 

Olympic fever landed on Northern Shores

As a flame from Olympus passed every town and city

And it Came in Waves

 

We watched as excitement slowly arrived

Anticipation of what was to come

And it Came in Waves

 

Small Children – drawing in th’street

pictures of all the worlds athletes –

performing superhuman feats

and they came in Waves

 

From Lands end to John O’ Groats

People on Bikes, Cars, Planes and Boats

Landed in Britain and based themselves around

Britain’s cities, villages and towns

Building the waves

 

And as Team GB did their Best

Wearing that now familiar vest,

Every country became a guest

as they arrived in waves.

 

Spectators All, raised a cheer

and family members dried happy tears.

As athletes showed – they had no fear

and Bronze, Silver and Gold appeared

In Waves

Final Whistle

Football, Memories, Poetry, Sport, Sports, Volunteering
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A piece written during my shifts as a Volunteer Team Leader at Old Trafford, Manchester when London 2012 came to the Northwest of England.

As we couldn’t be biased – I wrote it about the one person the fans always moan at – the referee! (Added a few lines to the 2012 version for build up)

It’s a funny old thing is football.

You wait for what seems forever

for the man in the middle

to blow his whistle

and the action to start.

But then as he does

and ball gets kicked back

you lament the official in yellow or black.

But observe him closely – he observes the rules,

his assistants the same, and they are no fools.

So the whistle gets blown – the games underway!

and the ref and his team want to see some fair play.

If Midfield’s on Striker and he goes in too hard

He’s there to give a warning with a bright yellow card.

The offender knows better, to look out instead

as the last thing he’ll want to see is a red

for what that’ll mean is an early bath

and a meeting with manager and his angry wrath.

So when match is over – and his alarm does chime

The Ref whistles out – its the end of the time

And Whistle is a sign, to players, watchers and all

“The Match is now Finished – You’ve Kicked the Last Ball!”