Tag : Angel Meadow

27 May 2016


MANCHESTER HISTORIES FESTIVAL 2016 Over the weekend of June 4th & 5th I’ll be taking part in the Manchester Histories Festival. I’ve created an event page HERE. I’m particularly looking forward to seeing my pictures exhibited on specially commissioned A-boards, with the help of NOMA. They’ll be laid out as a photo trail along a route which starts at Aspin Lane and finishes at Sadler’s Yard. I’m all for showing work outside of the context of a gallery as when […]

10 Apr 2016


The work ‘From Old Mill To The End Of Empire’ was recently displayed as a slideshow as part of the Not Quite Light weekend. This is the slideshow. NOT QUITE LIGHT PRESENTS… from Simon Buckley on Vimeo.

14 Jan 2016
dantzic street,manchester,


DANTZIC STREET, 7.10AM I keep coming back to Dantzic Street. The bridges fascinate me, with the their dark, blue brick and tarnished tiles. I can find myself staring for quite some minutes at the silhouettes of people picked out by car headlights, as they pass under the rumbling ceilings which support the trains and trams. Sometimes, in the damp aftermath of Manchester rain I want to touch the walls, as if I’m earthing myself to the old city, and imagine […]

08 Jan 2016
angel meadow irk valley manchester


ANGEL MEADOW, IRK TOWN 7.29AM It’s been nearly a year since I started this incarnation of Not Quite Light. I was led to the idea by walking the unfamiliar streets around Irk Town, thinking of the lives buried under the turf of Angel Meadow which rests under the constant heat lamp glow of the CIS building. I’ve grown 12 months older now. Exploring my city in detail has brought me knew knowledge and a love and understanding of Manchester’s history […]

21 Dec 2015
angel meadow at dawn


ANGEL MEADOW 7.37AM It wasn’t the Shortest Day after all. Never assume. I’d always thought that it fell on a fixed date, like Christmas, and didn’t think to check this basic fact. However, as I stood in Angel Meadow, I still believed that it was the Shortest Day. The unfinished moon lingering in the crisp, clear sky should have caused me to pause and wonder, but I’d decided that it was the Winter Solstice, and so therefore it was. Angel […]