Tuesday 8th May 2012, 6.10pm (day 257)
Is this good or bad luck? I can never remember. Check back in a few days, and I’ll let you know.
Is this good or bad luck? I can never remember. Check back in a few days, and I’ll let you know.
a.k.a. ‘Lament for a Lost Spring’… Sorry to wax lyrical, it’s probably just the result of spending the day in a church selling piles of 2nd hand books to bargain-hungry pensioners.
The weather was not wet, nor that cold, today, but it was so dull. So to cheer me up and make things feel more springlike, here are some pretty blossoms for May Day.
It’s also day 250 of the blog, so I have made some new additions to the ‘Best of the Rest’ page.
I’m in the middle of what is, for me, quite a long run of days without going anywhere in particular. So I have to find photographic succour in Hebden Bridge and Manchester, familiar territory but there’s plenty to see if you look around.
This staircase-cum-alleyway leads down the side of our allotment (which sits behind the hedge to the right). It’s a lot steeper than it looks on this photograph, and a tiring climb which is probably why this cat is doing the sensible thing and just chilling. After a very busy – and mentally confusing – week for me, I know how it feels; I did as little as possible today.
This whole line of ducks took it upon themselves to saunter up the main street of Hebden Bridge today: sort of like we used to do while at primary school, to dash through the secondary school campus now and again on the way home and feel dead hard about it. I was too slow with my camera to capture more than this one, but never mind.
Awww. These chicks hatched today, in an incubator located in Joe’s after-school club.
Incidentally, this is only the second photo of the whole blog taken on a camera other than my Fujifilm Finepix JZ which has taken all the other 234 or whatever-it-is pictures. The first one was when I borrowed the Nikon for my ‘professional development’ photo shoot in the woods with Joe. This one was on a very basic camera borrowed from the school, because I broke the cardinal rule – ALWAYS take the camera. Really. Always. You don’t think you’ll see something worth photographing when you pick the kid up from school? Wrong.
From England’s steepest and highest points yesterday to one of its flattest, lowest expanses: and all only a couple of dozen miles away. I like these little worm casts (though I am sure my parents will remind me of some long-buried beach holiday of my toddlerhood in which I was terrified of this kind of thing); a kind of natural sculpture. Or possibly just untidiness.
Tara is the dog of our friend Steve Grey who drinks in the local pub. Of all the people I have ever met Steve is the one who is closest to having a ‘daemon’ like the ones possessed by all the characters in Philip Pullman’s His Dark Materials novels – a companion soul who takes the form of an animal. Tara is Steve’s. They are almost impossible to imagine without one another.
A husband-and-wife team, I guessed. Saw no sign of ducklings, but it looks to me like they’re on the case.