Author Archives: Drew Whitworth

Cat on Old Gate

Saturday 20th September 2014, 11.10am (day 1,122)

Cat, Old Gate, 20/9/14

Another grey day, but I got fed up complaining about the lack of light and decided to try harder to compensate. This cat looks rather worried by being added to the range of solitary cats which have appeared on this blog, but beyond its rather concerned expression, I like this shot.

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Back of the White Lion

Friday 19th September 2014, 7.20pm (day 1,121)

Back of White Lion, 19/9/14

There has been no weather for days now. No rain, no sun, no real clouds even, just this grey pall stuck over the world. Worst possible photography light. So here we are, with the help of some artificial illumination here’s today’s shot of a pub — you’ll be thinking I spend all my time in these places. *cough*

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The rooves of Nutclough

Thursday 18th September 2014, 4.20pm (day 1,120)

Nutclough rooves, 18/9/14

Today was not a great deal more active, or well-lit, than yesterday, but now and again there are still new things to be found in the immediate vicinity of the house. These are the rooves of our neighbours, the road curving down the hill towards the town, viewed from our attic room.

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Self-portrait in beer pump

Wednesday 17th September 2014, 9.05pm (day 1,119)

Beer pump, 17/9/14

Tough assignment today. Working at home on a flat, grey day. So little to inspire that I was reduced to this attempt at an original self-portrait, which is OK I guess.

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Russell Square

Tuesday 16th September 2014, 2.00pm (day 1,118)

Russell Square, 16/9/14

Had a meeting down in London today — where it was still, very definitely, summer, despite the fallen leaves.

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Sometimes I just walk out and gaze at the sun

Monday 15th September 2014, 9.35am (day 1,117)

Sungazing, 15/9/14

Sometimes you just see a shot, and have about five seconds and one chance to capture it before it goes away (in this case because the guy simply stepped back inside through the window to his left). They don’t always come out as hoped, but this one did. Played for and got.

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Watching ‘Pulp Fiction’

Sunday 14th September 2014, 8.10pm (day 1,116)

Watching Pulp Fiction, 14/9/14

Hebden Bridge’s best community asset is its superb cinema, particularly as it is still council- rather than corporate-owned. I particularly think this when it spends the evening showing a 20-year old film just because it’s a great movie and deserves — as do all movies — to be seen on a big screen, as the director intended. And the bit when Marvin’s head gets blown off is still one of the funniest and most bad-taste deaths in cinema history.

OK, this shot’s a bit fuzzy, but hey, you try getting something under these conditions…. Actually I quite like this one.

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Balloon cemetery

Saturday 13th September 2014, 11.20am (day 1,115)

Burst balloons, 13/9/14

Why were there a dozen burst balloons on our bathroom floor this morning? I could tell you, but then I’d have to, well, you know.

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Waiting for the morning bus

Friday 12th September 2014, 7.50am (day 1,114)

Bus stop, Stavanger, 12/9/14

Last day in Stavanger. I was waiting for my bus back to the airport, and on the other side of the road, these guys were waiting for their bus to, wherever. I’m home now — and hopefully, so are they.

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Jürgen Habermas

Thursday 11th September 2014, 12.50pm (day 1,113)

Habermas, 11/9/14

There is nothing to admire technically or aesthetically about this picture but this is one of those occasions where it makes it onto this blog because it truly encapsulates the day and tells a story. Back at the turn of the millennium I wrote my PhD on the work of this guy, Jürgen Habermas, who I — and a lot of other people — would say is the world’s greatest living political theorist. Largely through coincidence he was giving a public lecture in Stavanger this week when I happened to be here, so I got the chance, after all this time, not just to hear him talk but meet him and question him on his work. The musical equivalent (for me) would be to, say, have turned up somewhere random and found Ian Curtis or Jello Biafra giving a gig (and the former has been dead for 34  years). And another thing — Habermas is 85 years old but is also a brilliant advert for never ever retiring, I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone his age who’s so hale and mentally alert, and also still obviously gives a crap about everything. Yes, we can say that today, I met one of the heroes of my life and was certainly not disappointed.  Not bad for a Thursday.

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