Was determined that today’s photo should come from Manchester, to break the run of Hebden pics and prove I do turn up at the office now and again. This despite having a photogenic night out (in Hebden) which may have proven a more fertile source than this rather random, albeit well-lit, corridor. But I didn’t take my camera out tonight, so we are left with this one. The corridor. Two fire extinguishers. It’s a thriller, I know.
It’s a long period at home — 10 of the 15 shots so far in 2015 have been taken in Hebden Bridge. Though things liven up again come early February, there is no change to come in the next fortnight. So I have to find my creativity where I can, by leeching on the work of others.
We went to Haworth for a Sunday out but the weather was pretty foul so it was a day to spend time indoors. Nobody wanted a hat, particularly. But check out the freaky eyes on this dummy.
Manchester Victoria station passes by through the windows of a Metrolink tram. Why was I on a Metrolink tram going through Victoria, the place where I normally catch my train home? Because there weren’t any bloody trains from Victoria this afternoon, were there. Tram to Rochdale instead, three-hour journey home, welcome back to the 2015 commute indeed.
You can tell my holidays have started. Here’s today’s board game, with added murder weapons: the vase, the mugs of tea, the Art Deco lamp.
Hardly the best photo in the world I know, but it encapsulates the day — the annual pre-Christmas family gathering and Mum’s annual chocolate log. It’s my Dad’s hand helping itself to the end piece. Happy Winter Solstice, at least the days stop getting shorter and shorter from today.
A weekend in London, and a second appearance on the blog this year for the British Museum — well, it’s too big to see on one trip. As you’ll see from tomorrow’s picture as well, I’m in a monochrome mood just now.
I dunno, you wait ages for a garage to come along and then there’s two in a week. Prosaic trading establishments of Hebden Bridge is definitely the theme of the moment.
It says a lot when you get a photo of my dinner, or rather dinner-to-be, as photo of the day. But on a grey, dull and uneventful December day, this was a splash of colour and form, at least.
The gorgeous Liberty Belle, as she waits for her first performance of the evening.
Being 42 