Raggedy Old Flag

I was surprised on moving to York to see how common the Yorkshire flag is.

Flags have been getting more common in England over the last decade, and symbols of Yorkshire identity seem to have become more common in that same time.

I just wish people would take more pride in their symbols. This flag has been through the wars a bit. Maybe they should think about getting a new one.

The Ouse.

I give you: The River Ouse!

I love this river, I really do.

When I was about about nine, my family visited York from the South of England. I don't remember much of it. There was a wall. There was the Jorvik Centre. There was the queue for the Jorvik Centre, and there was the River Ouse.

I remember that in my head York was associated with a northern Kingdom of mountains and wildness, and that, in my head at least, The Ouse carried a bit of those mountains with it.

When I walk over it every day, it reminds me of mountains and this other world that doesn't really exist.

Pretty Pretty

Usually I update this blog in the early morning, so what you get is a photo of yesterday's York.

But this is the view I woke up to this morning.

This is the first time I've seen a sunrise in York on a day when I woke up at a normal time.

Night is closing in, winter is coming. But it is pretty pretty.

The Graves

Old stone graves have been dug up and changed into garden ornaments in the museum gardens. Nobody seems to notice how macabre this is.

Antiques

An antique shop containing a vast selection of Things arranged in no apparant order.

Shambles

I don't recommend enlarging this image. Sorry for the standard. But it's not a picture I'll be able to take again for a while.

This is what The Shambles looks like at around 5:30 AM, before the tourists have all come out to enjoy its rustic Elizabethan authenticity.

The Walls.

Another obligatory York view: This is York city walls. They run around most of the city centre and would probably be neither a liability nor a good defensive measure in the event of a zombie apocalypse.

This dissappoints me.

City Trees

This tree is in a part by the River Ouse. I like the way it has obviously taken damage over the years from the Human obsessive need to stamp its presence onto things, but it is healing its superficial scars slowly. And if you think of it, it's doubtful that it would even exist if humans hadn't planted it in the first place.

Peace and Love

I found a little artist's studio/gallery place in a disused room on top of a furniature shop down Piccadilly.

Some of the stuff was a bit rubbish, some was too political for me, some of the art was awe inspiring. I really liked these peace/love signs.

Castle Howard

This is Castle Howard; a stately home near York. Yesterday there was a Queen tribute act there playing with the English National Orchestra. Hence the crowd.

The manor house is still in use, the family living there was having a party in their own quarters to coincide with the night out. To be honest, I'm not sure I envy them their lifestyle; with all the expences and tourists.

Rail Tracks

Old tram tracks I found by the Millennium Bridge, it seems an old narrow gauge railway was capable of taking people to the River Ouse. I'm not sure how or if it got people across.

Whip-Ma-Whop-Ma

Here is number one and a half Whip-Ma-Whop-Ma Gate, which, at 35 metres long is the smallest street in York. It is smaller than most of the nameless alleyways and seems to have gained a name somewhere along the line, maybe because it used to be where the stocks were, back when they were used as punishment.

The plaque by the street and wikipedia disagree on the origins of the name, and as wikipedia is the sole arbitrator of absolute truth I'll go with their definition: The street used to be called "Whitnourwhatnourgate", meaning "neither one thing nor the other".

The tradition in York place names is to call streets gates, and gates bars.



I took a photo of this lady while I was at the races because she was surrounded by photographers. She was on the front page of the local newspaper this morning. I didn't think to check why, even though I was selling the paper all day.

It is an extreme example of the kind of hats that are being sported all around the race course right now.

The Most Obvious Thing

Obligatory picture of the York Minster: The seat of the Archbishop of York.

It is the second biggest Gothic Cathedral in northern Europe. The current building was built between 1230 and 1472, but there has been a church on this spot since 627.

It's funny, but I've really gotten used to living in the same town as this building. Three months here and I don't even notice it most days anymore.

It is exactly that daily failure of of my capacity for appreciating beauty that has made me decide to take photos again.

Ebor Races

Not my best picture ever, but it is my most recent. This is a scene from Ebor Races, where I was working yesterday.

There were thousands of people getting steadilly drunk. A lot of the rich women wore funny hats. It was one of the most strange and remarkable places that my job has taken me.

I like the facial expressions captured here.

First post. I usually feel that the first post should sum up what a project is about, which here means capturing the essence of York in its most basic form.

So here's a building that's been hit by a tree.