If I posted a photo taken today you’d see why I needed to carry this one, taken last time I crossed Lendal Bridge six weeks ago. I needed it to get me through this miserably wet Wednesday and I’ll need others to get me across the long bridge of grey rainy days ahead through December, January, February. Whoever thought having a sky the colour of pavement was a good idea should be sent back to design school.
For six years I took a photo everyday, had a break, and have taken one every day the eleven years and two months since. Before that break I thought that stopping would be something I’d regret. But then I went back to Manchester for the first time after the IRA bomb there. On the train over, I realised I was imagining the picture I would take to capture the bombing in my photo-diary. I was pre-remembering, planning the memory of something I hadn’t yet experienced. So stopping seemed a good idea.
Then after a few years I started again. I guess what I did today wasn’t quite pre-remembering. When I got up in the dark, saw the rain, thought of my trip to York, of this photo, reloaded it into my phone, decided to make this post, I was trying to rethink the weather. Living not in today’s gloom but the crisp, dry light of a late afternoon before winter.
Make Them Think
Truth // Honesty
Dawn, and the silhouette of All Saints Pavement
"The minster chimes strike ten. I go to bed very conscious that I am sleeping within the white walls of York, loving her beauty, her peace, her dignity, and the calm, unhurried way she has..." - H. V. Morton, The Call of England
"She does not ask you to love her: she is like London in that. She is there: she is York." - H. V. Morton, The Call of England
"...and right ahead, that classic view of York Minster lifting its towers above the city and the white wall twisting on and on..." - H. V. Morton
"York is the loveliest city in all England. She is England's last real anchor to the Middle Ages." - H. V. Morton, The Call of England
"The curved platforms of York are well worth the study of any man interested in the personalities of stations." - H. V. Morton, The Call of England