Shiny streets of Stockport
It must have been getting dim. The front of the bus is sharp, but everything else is a little out of focus. I was probably on maximum aperture (f2.8 on the Domiplan lens) which, of course, entailed narrow depth-of-field. My Praktica LTL was so subject to camera-shake that to use a speed slower than a 250th was chancing it ...hence the wide-open ap.
It was Monday 6th February 1978 and, after a stop-off at Macclesfield on the way up, a chum and I were now in Stockport, whose noted viaduct you will have already recognised. The bus was an ex North Western Bristol RELL6G with Alexander body. Much of the melancholy beauty of this scene is to do with paving. The flagstones, in whose depressions puddles of oily water collect, each smoothed and bedded into a slightly different plane from its neighbours by generations of local feet, reflect the lightless gleam of a rainy Cheshire sky. The shapes of setts show through a skimming of bitumen worn thin and patchy, and ...no, just bear with me a minute, I'm enjoying myself... yonder Atlantean has just avoided coming to rest with its rear nearside wheel in a sunken drain. I suppose it must all be smooth, vari-coloured asphalt, lane markings and yellow lines now.
Shiny streets of Stockport
It must have been getting dim. The front of the bus is sharp, but everything else is a little out of focus. I was probably on maximum aperture (f2.8 on the Domiplan lens) which, of course, entailed narrow depth-of-field. My Praktica LTL was so subject to camera-shake that to use a speed slower than a 250th was chancing it ...hence the wide-open ap.
It was Monday 6th February 1978 and, after a stop-off at Macclesfield on the way up, a chum and I were now in Stockport, whose noted viaduct you will have already recognised. The bus was an ex North Western Bristol RELL6G with Alexander body. Much of the melancholy beauty of this scene is to do with paving. The flagstones, in whose depressions puddles of oily water collect, each smoothed and bedded into a slightly different plane from its neighbours by generations of local feet, reflect the lightless gleam of a rainy Cheshire sky. The shapes of setts show through a skimming of bitumen worn thin and patchy, and ...no, just bear with me a minute, I'm enjoying myself... yonder Atlantean has just avoided coming to rest with its rear nearside wheel in a sunken drain. I suppose it must all be smooth, vari-coloured asphalt, lane markings and yellow lines now.