Crosby365

Crosby365 is complete!

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See you in the new year.

Day 366. 25/11/12. The End.
These here feet have traipsed the length and breadth of Great Crosby for the last 366 days, travelling hundreds of miles, pounding down hundreds of streets and considering more in search of a new photograph for each day of the (leap) year. They have been soaked by storm waves, drenched in hidden puddles and obvious huge ones, covered in the mud of gutters, the beach and farmers fields, covered in sand dry and gloopy. They’ve climbed walls, fences and styles and tripped over the smallest of kerbs. They’ve kicked through autumn leaves and dandelions and high summer parkland grass, tiptoed through wildflower beds in bloom and dragged through concrete car parks in gloom. They’ve hot-footed it when in need of a quick pic before a long commute to work in Salford in the morning, and ambled slowly on family walks with the knowledge that the picture will come, it’ll be somewhere, don’t worry. They’ve kept going when I’ve not had a clue what to take, and they’ve taken the strain when I’ve darted around with an abundance of ideas.
These feet are tired, and the photographer is too, but I’ve done it. I’ve taken a picture of Crosby every day for a year.
For Cheryl and Elliot.

Day 366. 25/11/12. The End.

These here feet have traipsed the length and breadth of Great Crosby for the last 366 days, travelling hundreds of miles, pounding down hundreds of streets and considering more in search of a new photograph for each day of the (leap) year. They have been soaked by storm waves, drenched in hidden puddles and obvious huge ones, covered in the mud of gutters, the beach and farmers fields, covered in sand dry and gloopy. They’ve climbed walls, fences and styles and tripped over the smallest of kerbs. They’ve kicked through autumn leaves and dandelions and high summer parkland grass, tiptoed through wildflower beds in bloom and dragged through concrete car parks in gloom. They’ve hot-footed it when in need of a quick pic before a long commute to work in Salford in the morning, and ambled slowly on family walks with the knowledge that the picture will come, it’ll be somewhere, don’t worry. They’ve kept going when I’ve not had a clue what to take, and they’ve taken the strain when I’ve darted around with an abundance of ideas.

These feet are tired, and the photographer is too, but I’ve done it. I’ve taken a picture of Crosby every day for a year.

For Cheryl and Elliot.

Day 365. Sat 24/11/12

"Stopped into a {car park} / I passed along the way / Well I got down on my knees…" - The Mamas and Papas

I didn’t begin to pray but I did take a photograph and obtained rather sodden knees. The Plaza cinema on Crosby Road North in all its majesty. This place over its history has thrived, wained, closed, been saved, stabilised and I can only speak in terms of my view of its popularity, thrived again. It’s a struggle but the good will out. It’s not all great in the big industrial cold, soulless multiplexes, you know.

This is Crosby365’s last but one picture. Quite sad that, really.

Day 365. Sat 24/11/12

"Stopped into a {car park} / I passed along the way / Well I got down on my knees…" - The Mamas and Papas

I didn’t begin to pray but I did take a photograph and obtained rather sodden knees. The Plaza cinema on Crosby Road North in all its majesty. This place over its history has thrived, wained, closed, been saved, stabilised and I can only speak in terms of my view of its popularity, thrived again. It’s a struggle but the good will out. It’s not all great in the big industrial cold, soulless multiplexes, you know.

This is Crosby365’s last but one picture. Quite sad that, really.

Day 364. Fri 24/11/12
Where we stand.
Beyond the Port of Liverpool Crosby sits at the mouth of the Mersey, the Irish Sea beyond. You can make out the big apartments at Burbo Bank to the right of the wind turbines, the marina just behind the ship in front of the big blue cranes and the town sitting behind.
It’s where we stand.

Day 364. Fri 24/11/12

Where we stand.

Beyond the Port of Liverpool Crosby sits at the mouth of the Mersey, the Irish Sea beyond. You can make out the big apartments at Burbo Bank to the right of the wind turbines, the marina just behind the ship in front of the big blue cranes and the town sitting behind.

It’s where we stand.

Day 363. Thu 22/11/12
Flanagans (sic) is almost hidden and almost Irish, just away from the edge of the road on Church Road in Waterloo, behind a building that used to be the offices of the Crosby Herald. It looks small in front of the tower block. Mind you, it is small.

Day 363. Thu 22/11/12

Flanagans (sic) is almost hidden and almost Irish, just away from the edge of the road on Church Road in Waterloo, behind a building that used to be the offices of the Crosby Herald. It looks small in front of the tower block. Mind you, it is small.

Day 362. Wed 21/11/12

A grainy, damp College Road, lights stretching onwards. Catch the amber while you can as soon the whole town will be illuminated in the new spandangly white glow.

Day 362. Wed 21/11/12

A grainy, damp College Road, lights stretching onwards. Catch the amber while you can as soon the whole town will be illuminated in the new spandangly white glow.

Day 361. Tue 20/11/12

The best front door in the whole town. It just is. Look at it! Solid and completely grand in its stone surround. This is presumably the old St. Michael’s church vicarage, although I could be wrong, just because it looks vicaragey really. It stands next to the church on St. Michael’s Road in Blundellsands but the house is much older than its neighbour built in 1931.

Day 361. Tue 20/11/12

The best front door in the whole town. It just is. Look at it! Solid and completely grand in its stone surround. This is presumably the old St. Michael’s church vicarage, although I could be wrong, just because it looks vicaragey really. It stands next to the church on St. Michael’s Road in Blundellsands but the house is much older than its neighbour built in 1931.

Day 360. Mon 19/11/12
The bright beacon of all things newsagentry that is the rebranded Crosby Express, replete with masses of advertising and sloshing its light onto Liverpool Road and Endbutt Lane. It’ll always be Mapley’s though, won’t it? That’s why they can’t possibly take the original sign down from above the door. Some things become landmarks, just as Mapley’s is.

Day 360. Mon 19/11/12

The bright beacon of all things newsagentry that is the rebranded Crosby Express, replete with masses of advertising and sloshing its light onto Liverpool Road and Endbutt Lane. It’ll always be Mapley’s though, won’t it? That’s why they can’t possibly take the original sign down from above the door. Some things become landmarks, just as Mapley’s is.

Day 359. Sun 18/11/12
It may be faded but this advert for a plumbers and decorators in Oriel Road, Bootle hangs on in there on the corner house of Picton Road and Blucher Street in Waterloo. I’ve passed this a thousand times, I always look down this street and I’ve never ever seen it before. Today I did, and I don’t know why. Maybe I need to get the decorators in, who knows.

Day 359. Sun 18/11/12

It may be faded but this advert for a plumbers and decorators in Oriel Road, Bootle hangs on in there on the corner house of Picton Road and Blucher Street in Waterloo. I’ve passed this a thousand times, I always look down this street and I’ve never ever seen it before. Today I did, and I don’t know why. Maybe I need to get the decorators in, who knows.

Day 358. Sat 17/11/12
"All in all you’re just another brick in the wall"
Strangely enough, the Pink Floyd song that this line is taken from was number one when I was born (I didn’t write this, by the way - I can’t stand the song). I wonder though if the perpetrators of this graffiti wrote it simply because there was a brick wall in front of them, or if they actually realised the significance of the big posh houses of Beach Lawn and the communal gardens in front of them.

Day 358. Sat 17/11/12

"All in all you’re just another brick in the wall"

Strangely enough, the Pink Floyd song that this line is taken from was number one when I was born (I didn’t write this, by the way - I can’t stand the song). I wonder though if the perpetrators of this graffiti wrote it simply because there was a brick wall in front of them, or if they actually realised the significance of the big posh houses of Beach Lawn and the communal gardens in front of them.

Day 357. Fri 16/11/12

The archetypal back-street garage, on Back Winstanley Street, appropriately. I’ve always liked this bend at the top of Stuart Road onto this street in the dark when the garage is still open. It may not look anything special but it’s little snippets of everyday life like this that are especially exaggerated, or perhaps only noticed, in the dark.

Day 357. Fri 16/11/12

The archetypal back-street garage, on Back Winstanley Street, appropriately. I’ve always liked this bend at the top of Stuart Road onto this street in the dark when the garage is still open. It may not look anything special but it’s little snippets of everyday life like this that are especially exaggerated, or perhaps only noticed, in the dark.

Day 356. Thu 15/11/12
The sky was on fire this morning as several planes crossed paths above Crosby leaving trails of vapour coloured amber due to the rising sun. A brilliant sight, as I stood outside my house in shorts and T-shirt and nothing on my feet. Well, you have to take your chances, don’t you?

Day 356. Thu 15/11/12

The sky was on fire this morning as several planes crossed paths above Crosby leaving trails of vapour coloured amber due to the rising sun. A brilliant sight, as I stood outside my house in shorts and T-shirt and nothing on my feet. Well, you have to take your chances, don’t you?

Day 355. Wed 14/11/12
The secret door in the wood wall. The stone frame remains, as does a mysterious etched symbol in the bottom left, though stones have filled the doorway and graffiti has decorated the surround. I love things like this. Imagine when it was in use, what it was for. It is at the top of the path that leads from Chestnut / Elm Avenues, which makes you think that must have been there for some time too. Ease of access to the outlying farms in that area, I would think from the all-powerful Blundell Estate.

Day 355. Wed 14/11/12

The secret door in the wood wall. The stone frame remains, as does a mysterious etched symbol in the bottom left, though stones have filled the doorway and graffiti has decorated the surround. I love things like this. Imagine when it was in use, what it was for. It is at the top of the path that leads from Chestnut / Elm Avenues, which makes you think that must have been there for some time too. Ease of access to the outlying farms in that area, I would think from the all-powerful Blundell Estate.

Day 354. Tue 13/11/12
Alexandra Park is by far the most autumnal area of Crosby. At this time of year the balance between leaves on the floor and leaves on the trees is just about even, and both are gloriously vivid shades of oranges, reds and browns. Beautiful.

Day 354. Tue 13/11/12

Alexandra Park is by far the most autumnal area of Crosby. At this time of year the balance between leaves on the floor and leaves on the trees is just about even, and both are gloriously vivid shades of oranges, reds and browns. Beautiful.