Finished building project

Wednesday 21st August 2019, 12.10pm (day 2,918)

Royce building, 21/8/19

I have tried to cut out pictures of building sites in Manchester to avoid sheer overload, but hey, here’s a rarity — a recently finished building project. Until about 18 months ago the new Henry Royce Building was just a grassy patch, but now it is there in all its bland majesty. Although I don’t think it’s yet finished inside.

Two shots in a row from Manchester… a sign it will start to creep back into my life on a more regular basis as the new year approaches. I’m not really going anywhere for three months now.

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Propped up

Tuesday 20th August 2019, 3.40pm (day 2,917)

Propped up, 20/8/19

I have run through various scenarios as to how this air conditioning unit ended up in this situation, and none of them are very plausible. Nor are explanations as to why it should remain like this and not just be removed. But mine not to reason why.

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Coming home

Monday 19th August 2019, 10.10pm (day 2,916)

Selfie, bus station, 19/8/19

In all the eight years (minus a week) that I have been doing this blog there have been various selfies and shots of Joe — but we’ve never been captured together. Until tonight. Other than the slightly grubby glass in which we’re being reflected, I quite like this shot. To the right, the ferals gather at one end of Halifax bus station, being told off by some security guard who calls one of them a ‘scrote’ every few seconds. Meanwhile I ponder the fact that I’ve entered the last week of my 40s.

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Awaiting the busker

Sunday 18th August 2019, 12 noon (day 2,915)

Awaiting the busker, 18/8/19

An empty stage, with a performance presumably to take place shortly — whether the gathered audience are in the mood for it or not on a Sunday lunchtime.

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Outside the Caledonian Hotel, Carlisle

Saturday 17th August 2019, 12.55pm (day 2,914)

Caledonian Hotel, 17/8/19

No particular reason for depicting this pub — I didn’t patronise it — but I do like the arrangement of the tableau and the way the red door sets off the monochrome. Presumably the mobility scooter belongs to one of the two guys on the right. Although maybe they both claim it and are about to fight over it.

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Barricade

Friday 16th August 2019, 1.45pm (day 2,913)

Barricaded in, 16/8/19

I have to write. I basically barricaded myself in the house to do so, even if only symbolically. These are the tough assignments: days in the house, working, grey and dull weather, and not even any family members around to pose for portraits. So here is the barricade, either a messy abstract of a shot or an interesting bunch of textures. What’s going on with the floor exactly, I don’t know, but that’s my house for you.

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Handshakes

Thursday 15th August 2019, 6.35pm (day 2,912)

Church Fenton FC, 15/8/19

More football, I know, but it was that, or stay in by myself on a lovely August evening and give you a photo of a bloke loading a skip outside my house. At least the rim-light is good on this one.

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Around the grave

Wednesday 14th August 2019, 12.40pm (day 2,911)

Funeral, 14/8/19

R. I. P. Marjorie Willetts, Clare’s grandmother, who died two weeks ago aged 93 and who was buried today in Morecambe.

Difficult to know how, or even whether, to represent such an event on here but this picture largely sums it up for me. There is a splash of colour but otherwise the day was rather grey and sombre.

(For the last picture of Clare and her Gran, see here…)

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Birds on the Kent estuary

Tuesday 13th August 2019, 8.50am (day 2,910)

Kent estuary, 13/8/19

Whatever the reason for the journey, travelling on the Cumbrian Coast rail line is always an aesthetic pleasure. If the windows of the carriage are clean, that’s even better.

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Secluded study spot

Monday 12th August 2019, 11.30am (day 2,909)

Laptop in library, 12/8/19

Back to work after a ten-day break, the sort of day where drastic measures must be taken to crank the brain into gear. Like concealing oneself in a very secluded but studiously decorated spot and pretending not to be on campus.

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