My first post of 2017 is a typically beguiling look at my own locality with a hint of the eerie or disquieting that is apparently a signature quality of a lot of my photography. This rarely photographed aspect of Macclesfield also reminds me a little of the strange dystopic 1970s aesthetic portrayed in the cult black humour blog known as Scarfolk, it could be a poster item for the gruesome consequences of climbing pylons or the opening shot of a public information film about the same. One that inevitable ends with the haunted expressions on the faces of young on-lookers as a friend comes to grief – as a side note however, I still maintain that the 70s was a fabulous decade to grow up in! Interestingly, this view of the town is indeed one that will not have changed at all since the 1970s. I like how I have managed to capture a sense of the dramatic and ominous in this picture that is due in large part to the unique landscape setting and lighting conditions.