There may be something good about visiting an optician. The visit (and the news of your becoming more shortsighted after three years – as if I expected a miracle to happen instead!) may inspire you to take a bus and to go in almost any available direction.
I did this on the last two weekends. A week ago I went to Bolton after I underwent a test at the optician. I wasn’t upset by the news, as it was quite exactly what I thought it would be. I ordered new lenses to my glasses. It wasn’t raining, and it wasn’t very cold. And of the spur of the moment I took a bus and went to Bolton.
I’ve been to Bolton before, but most of the times I didn’t have a camera with me. On the occasions when I did it was a bit of a pain to have the photos developed first, and then to scan them. But last December I got a new phone for my birthday, with a good camera in it. So, now I’m taking pictures whenever I see something worth of commemorating.
This is what Bolton looked like on February, 10th (the picture above). Although I never got caught in the rain, there was some light drizzle, and the town was sober and silent.
I see a very subtle irony in the picture on the left. They may debate ad infinitum, which of these two – prostitution or journalism – is the oldest job on Earth. But if we consider both as institutions, then religion and Church are just as old. And there is something ironic that the buildings of the two these oldest social institutions are located so close to each other.
(Almost) the same spot looked like this a week later:
I must admit, though: I liked The Bolton News building. When you see it from its narrow side, it doesn’t seem interesting. But if you only walk a little down the street, you’ll see it differently. I don’t know about you, but it reminded me of a ship. And this ship is headed towards the church. I know some of you will find it natural. As for me, I’ll take a pause.