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.
The original Kodak Brownie camera dates from the early 20th century and was the first model of camera to really achieve mass market penetration. It popularised the notion of the ‘snapshot’, the idea that not all photography had to be high art or formal portraiture, that it could reflect everyday life (‘get that Kodak moment’). I happened to find this model B Brownie in our house today during the 2016 Easter Spring Clean. It isn’t worth anything — millions of these were produced — but it’s nice that somehow it’s still around, sitting happily on a shelf somewhere, being preserved.
Why do I keep taking photos of this building (see also here and here, to identify but two others)? Because I like it, it is fine architecture and great public space.
I’m sure this is a sign of the decay of Western civilisation or whatever, but hey, at least we’re all around the same table at the same time.
Early picture today — in fact, the earliest true morning picture since 5th August last year (in Tanzania).
With a determination not to repeat myself on this blog, if one had extended the timeline long enough into the future then I guess it was inevitable urinals would appear on here at some point. But with these being rather pretty ones, hey, here they are today. These are installed at a garden centre, if you’re wondering what the point is.
The Co-operative supermarket in Hebden Bridge has been closed since the morning of 26th December when, like the rest of the town centre, it was submerged under six feet of water. You still can’t go in but I took this shot through the door. The rebuilding continues and apparently it will be fully open again by next weekend.
I’m examining a doctoral thesis in Glasgow tomorrow and it’s too far to do as a day trip so I came up tonight. This shot was snapped during a spell of good light on the train, somewhere around Carlisle. The Mac shows that I’m still just about working at this point but it wasn’t to last much longer — then again, you try assimilating Michel Foucault’s The Archaeology of Knowledge past 5pm on a Thursday. But then again I did have wine (as seen bottom left).
March began with foul, grey weather and I never left the house. This caught my eye in the morning; there are just so many things to admire…. The unexplained combinations, like “fruitliquid” and “waterjuice” (the latter with a trademark)… What is “yuzu”, whether frozen or not? And “pomelo essence”? What are EFAs? Why are these things necessary in life?
On the blog’s second-ever February 29th, things didn’t get much more exciting than on 29/2/12, as I pack ’em in for my 1:00 matinee show.
There have been a run of eventful days in the last week and a half — today marks the 9th different location for a shot in 9 days. (To wit: Manchester, Portmeirion, Devil’s Bridge, Aberystwyth, Llangollen, Hebden Bridge, the Lake District, York and Keighley.) But whereas last Saturday saw us exploring the surreal delights of Portmeirion, today we went to Keighley to buy a mattress. And it was peeing down. Thrill a minute stuff…. But still, a decent weekend, as I hope these guys were having in their own ways.
Being 42 