#st matthews

[calamitouschaoss]

drew this for the poster for my towns emo nite. i was specifically asked if i have any emo ocs……. yes… yes i do..

this is bowie!! i will link his toyhouse once ive written more about him

clean ver and ref pic hehe ^_^

[scavengedluxury]

St. Matthews’ Estate, Leicester, 1984. From here.

[aryburn-trains]

C&O’s George Washington

Louisville section of Washington/Newport News–Louisville/Cincinnati George Washington at St. Matthews, Ky., June 1942.

[brownhillsbob]

#365daysifbiking Deep blue:

February 8th - I was in Walsall for a meeting, early evening.

In that weird interregnum between day and night, today the sky turned a remarkable, beautiful blue.

It’s been a while since I’ve actually been to Walsall town centre, rather than merely passing through. I expected it to be awful, and haunted by better memories. 

It wasn’t, it was OK. 

The only thing blue this evening was the sky. Perhaps my battle with my lost youth has been won. 

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[aryburn-trains]

Chesapeake & Ohio E8A #4007 has the Louisville section of the "George Washington" at St. Matthews, Kentucky in March of 1968.

[brownhillsbob]

#365daysofbiking The softness of the hour:

September 14th - Passing through Walsall in the late evening, in a rain-soaked golden hour. Just after a heavy downpour, the light was lush, soft and suffused with gold.

The merest hint of a rainbow over St Matthews reminded me why I love this town so much.

[brownhillsbob]

February 9th - I was in town past six, in the early darkness, and the light had that blue, luminescent quality to it you don’t often get. Wandering in town from supermarket to supermarket, the urbanity glowed beautifully.

The Canon really loves an urban electric evening, I have to say, and I still do love Walsall.

[brownhillsbob]

#365daysofbiking Haunted: March 30th – I had to nip to Walsall at noon. I was tired from a very demanding week, but the weather was nice and the riding surprisingly easy.

I don’t mind Walsall these days - I long ago resolved my conflict with my memories and learned to embrace the place anew. It’s never been a bad town. It’s just that many who live here hate it because it isn’t the same as when they were young.

Of course it isn’t - all places change, and what folk resent is not the change in the town, but the change in themselves, I find. 

I pushed my bike up Church Hill and admired the view, I plodded around the town below aimlessly but enjoying it immensely. I stopped for coffee in the sun. Then out on the canal to call at Sainsburys in Reedswood, where I noticed the last (nearly) whole remnant of Reedswood Power Station - the old pedestrian bridge over the long gone railway, now orphaned and fenced out of use between a pub and and the retail park.

Walsall is haunted by it’s own past, let alone the half-imagined one it has projected upon it.

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