In early September of 2011, I visited Glasgow for the first time. The weather was supper cloudy, as Scotland is most of the year, but I liked it. I stayed with a local named James and to say he was a character would be putting it lightly. During most of our conversations, I was confused. It wasn’t even really what he said… His inflection would constantly confuse me because I couldn’t tell if he was joking or serious. I mean, I knew he was joking because what he was saying was OBSURD… at one point it involved a term called “skelping”. He even spelled it out for me. It’s a verb and it describes the action of cutting holes in a plastic bag containing a loaf of bread, filling the bag with milk, and effectively smacking an elderly person in the face with this make-shift weapon. And all the while as he was explaining this, he seemed completely serious! He’d laugh at my responses, though. I only stayed with him for the first two nights I was in the city, the rest my time there was with a guy named Omair… That, my friends, is a whole story unto itself. Another time I visit Glasgow in photos, I’ll tell you about him!
While I was in the city, I also met up with a long-time internet friend, Dean. I’m racking my brain to remember the alias I first met him under, but I can’t recall. I do remember a picture of a baby in army camo and a helicopter…. Ridiculous. We walked around the city and he was my tour-guide for the day. I got to know Sauchiehall, we walked through a few parks, I admired plenty of buildings (Glasgow’s architecture… Top notch!), and me and Dean even got to check out a movie set! If only I had hung out with him the previous day… That day sucked because I got robbed…. Only time it’s ever happened in my life! Oh well, you win some and you lose some. Glasgow’s beauty and fun shined through!
On the first day I was in Glasgow, I took a stroll around town by myself and my favourite part of that was my walk down the River Clyde. I stumbled across a bunch of bridges, which is always fun for me because I have an affinity for structures connecting two land masses. My favourite, called South Portland Street Suspension Bridge, was built in 1853.
As much as I like the view of the bridge crossing the water as shown above, I loved the brick work done on the entrance of the bridge and this photo works well in fish-eye. You may have noticed that a few of the pictures in the collage are also fish-eye… You’ll keep seeing that here and there. Anyways… Here’s to the details!