My friend George featured on the blog fairly recently (in February in fact) — but I like her purple hair, just right for this very pleasant morning in West Sussex, so let’s feature her again…
One reason for going down south was to attend a game at Brighton & Hove’s other football team, Whitehawk FC. Why? Why not? They have an active set of Ultras, anti-racist, anti-sexist, a no bad language policy (exemplified by the chant, “the referee’s a… referee”) and the atmosphere put many much bigger clubs to shame. Right result too — Whitehawk 3, Wealdstone 0. Perhaps I have just found my second team.
Another trip down South, meaning another morning change of trains at Leeds station — so many shots have been taken here. I like the general pinkness of this shot and the everyday stance of the two human subjects. Mundane it may be, but attractive, I think.
Another one of those days spent entirely working at home, with grey light, that will eventually do for this blog — one day I will get to the end and realise that there has simply been nothing to photograph. Still, despite some temptation to the contrary since the turn of the year, I remain here. Hope it doesn’t seem too desperate to stick a woodlouse on here — it’s not even that sharp a shot, because this kid could move, believe me. Usain Bolt standard, in relative terms.
Joe and I stayed in Birmingham last night. Our journey home in the morning was at a schedule relaxed enough to permit a proper look at this photography exhibition on the concourse of Birmingham New Street station, photos by Denis O’Regan of a gamut of rock icons from (seen here) the late David Bowie, Debbie Harry, Roger Daltrey and Spandau Ballet when the latter were still cool (surely Gary Kemp was never that young), and many more not depicted here. More railway stations should do this kind of thing if you ask me.
The photographers gather just after half time at the end being attacked by Brighton & Hove Albion FC in tonight’s game versus Birmingham City: and they made the right choice, as barely a couple of minutes after I took this picture the Albion scored to go 2-1 up, and that’s how it stayed. St. Andrew’s becomes a new ground for me, pretty decent one too I thought, right result…
I went back to work today after 10 days off, not that this gave me any particularly new horizons photography-wise. Into the garden it is, then. All the plants that were deposited in the soil after being acquired from Barton Grange (and its urinals) two weeks ago seem to have sprouted, so that’s worth recording, if unexciting.
Spring is hardly barrelling in with both guns blazing but there are hints of it here and there in Hebden Bridge…. Last day of my Easter break today, one of the most uneventful in history, but in terms of relaxation it cannot be faulted. Back to work tomorrow though (but then don’t expect a great deal more eventfulness then, either).
Why? Because reasons, as Joe would say. And this was definitely his kind of event.
The last train of the day (on the Keighley & Worth Valley Railway) has gone already — we are waiting here for a bus, not a train, the weather was far too grim to wait outside. Joe’s face on this shot amuses me.
Being 42 