After the annual Giving of the Gifts rite comes the next morn, where the populace indulge in the subsequent rituals, the Assembly of the Little Plastic Bits, the Finding of the Batteries and the Arguing over the Rules.
Blackburn, Lancashire (as in ‘4,000 holes in…’). Why am I here? Because we were supposed to be going to see Blackburn Rovers v Brighton & Hove Albion, but there was some rain and the match was postponed because of a ‘waterlogged pitch’. Despite the fact that their considerably less-well-off neighbours at Accrington Stanley, five miles away, managed to play their game, as did every other club in the Championship today. We’d not come from that far away and were then going to my nearby parents anyway (see tomorrow’s picture), but some Brighton fans had set off from the south coast at 4am; the match was not postponed until 1.30pm. Bad show, Blackburn Rovers FC.
So here’s a picture of a side of a table in the Postal Order pub instead. I quite like the gaudy textures and patterns but at the same time muted colours, set off by that little semicircle of pink.
A Saturday night out is about to start, not just for me but for many people. I’m very happy with this shot, an occasion where it all (composition, lighting, mood) turned out exactly as I hoped it would when I took it.
Things in Hebden Bridge are largely all recovered now after the floods of June and July; most establishments are back open again. This includes the Railway, my local pub, last seen on the blog on 22nd July when we got together there to have what might have been a final drink-up and tried to coordinate our plans to keep it open. Well, for now, it is still open, in independent ownership and not quite the same as it was, but near enough. Happy Fridays.
476 days into doing this blog and this is the first time my campus office has appeared on it. It’s not a very inspiring place, at least, not photographically, and it faces north so it never gets any decent light. At least, so I thought – until this morning, when some strange coincidence of angle and reflection bathed it for about sixty seconds in golden sunlight. It was nice while it lasted – and means it can finally make it onto the blog. I confidently predict you’ll be seeing no more of it for the foreseeable future.
Not an inspiring day in any way but this shot isn’t bad. I like the red of the carpet and the enigmatic figure in the background framed by the near-monochrome of the stairwell itself. (The white balance could do with attention, however.) The ANE is the host of my hosts, the Moscow School of Social and Economic Sciences, and incidentally is one of the largest higher education institutions in Europe, ranked by number of students.
Lucky for me that she was, because like most Mondays, this was a difficult to day to find a) inspiration b) the time to actually take a photo.
Mind you, she might look sort of serene here, but whatever she was on the phone to someone about was really pissing her off. I think that was why she was sat out here on the stairwell, instead of making the call in an office somewhere.
A rather uninspiring day which comes as part of a long run of rather uninspiring days. Today I did my best with some very limited raw material. But, ah, the joys of cropping. Crop away, I say.
Stubbings is a school for 5-8 year olds, so this is an interesting question to ask – particularly where there is no presumption that anyone already knows the answer. When it defines ‘critical thinking’ in the dictionary, it says ‘see this’.
Incidentally this is Mary Seacole’s second appearance on this blog: the building photographed at Birmingham City University earlier this year bore her name. Quite a woman it seems.
Was here for the football, Huddersfield Town v Brighton – the mighty (well, reasonably so) Seagulls winning 2-1. Did not get a decent photo of the game, but this rather over-the-top piece of pub decor did grab the attention earlier on.
It’s day 450 of the blog today, so I have updated the Best of the Rest page with some more good shots that didn’t quite make the one-a-day cut.
Being 42 