Sunday 18th November 2018, 12.45pm (day 2,642)
Sometimes I have to work on Sundays, though always at home. Today, a sudden desire for soft-boiled eggs was one unexpected consequence.
Being 42
Life, one day at a time
Category Archives: Daily Post
Goal number four
Saturday 17th November 2018, 2.25pm (day 2,641)
No apologies for including the football shot today — firstly because I like this one, a matter of being in the right place at the right time, perhaps, but the light is good (despite the splodge of flare in the centre). And also because this is my namesake team scoring, in green and white; Whitworth Valley FC. The opposing keeper nearly reached it — but not quite. This was the fourth of many goals that went past him today. And yes, there have only been 25 minutes played.
With this shot, the well-named, but otherwise not very exciting, town of Whitworth also becomes named location number 250 on the blog. So that’s one new place every 10.5 days or so — that is a decent amount of variety.
Christmas lights switch-on
Friday 16th November 2018, 5.00pm (day 2,640)
The Campaign for Real Christmas long ago lost its fight to restrict this festival to December, and so Hebden Bridge, like most other places, can’t wait for November to end before switching on its decorations and accompanying this with the sale of vast amounts of plastic that within two weeks will be in landfill somewhere. But the photo opportunities this affords were better than those at work today, so here we go, it’s Advent — here, anyway.
100 years and 4 days on
Thursday 15th November 2018, 10.10am (day 2,639)
Yesterday’s sunset presaged a bright, sunny day, but I was inside for most of it. A brief foray out this morning did at least offer the opportunity to get my tribute in for the 100th anniversary of the armistice that ended World War 1. Four days late, but the poppies are still in formation.
Apocalypse Now (over there)
Wednesday 14th November 2018, 4.30pm (day 2,638)
For about fifteen minutes this evening the sunset turned the sky into a blazing inferno. It came and went away again very quickly and several people I spoke to later, who had been inside at the time, had no idea what they had missed. They can be excused — but not the people on the train, who seemed far more interested in their screens than the real-life show outside. I wanted to be sat on their side of the train for the best show. But I guess this shot illustrates it well enough.
The immediate vicinity
Tuesday 13th November 2018, 5.05pm (day 2,637)
The immediate vicinity… being that region around my house (not quite visible on this shot)… which I did not leave today, at least not in any meaningful photographic way. The red lighting is explainable by being under the traffic lights at this point: one could get a green-tinted version of the same shot if one so desired.
The dentist’s hands (reprised)
Monday 12th November 2018, 4.25pm (day 2,636)
I do try not to repeat myself on here, but after 2,636 days it’s gonna happen, sorry — so here is another version of the shot offered on day 1,134, 2nd October 2014. Same hands, same dentist, and same person — Joe — being inspected. But also a better version of the shot, I feel. We come here every few months, roughly, so the next time you might see this is some time in late April next year. Or perhaps not.
Joe makes mousse
Sunday 11th November 2018, 2.00pm (day 2,635)
Joe is the person who has appeared on this blog the most often, but the last time was three months ago, in Guernsey, so let’s have him return with an action shot from one of his rehearsals for his upcoming Food Technology exam (or whatever it is they call it these days). The egg whites are whipped up successfully to the soft peak stage, and the chocolate (72% cocoa solid…) is about to go into be melted. And it all turned out very well.
Yawn!
Saturday 10th November 2018, 1.25pm (day 2,634)
I know how he feels… even if it is the weekend. Mind you, he could also benefit from having less luggage.
Pre-lecture cup of tea
Friday 9th November 2018, 9.35am (day 2,633)
Fridays are my teaching days at the moment, not every week (hence my ability to bugger off to the Lakes last Friday) but most of them. And it’s an all day thing. So visual variety is not a characteristic of my average Friday, my apologies. Things kick of at 10: the pre-lecture cup of tea from the cafe in the Bridgeford Street building is an essential preliminary.
