Friday 24th February 2012, 8.00pm (day 183)
Back home. Was supposed to be going out in Manchester tonight but the gig was postponed, or cancelled, or I got the date wrong, or something. Anyway, when that happens, that’s what locals are for.
Being 42
Life, one day at a time
Category Archives: Interior
Temporary office accommodation
Monday 20th February 2012, 5.35pm (day 179)
Must say I approve of this recent trend, of the establishment of temporary office accommodation – offering free wi-fi and refreshments of an alcoholic nature – at several points on the way home from work. Just the thing for the tired professional who wants to marry his unfortunate need to do more work with his understandable need for a beer. The service pictured here is provided by the White Lion, Hebden Bridge. There are others. Any one would have been welcome after a day that started early, finished late, and I still have to pack to go back to Norway tomorrow.
The Baby, MOSI, Manchester
Friday 17th February 2012, 1.35pm (day 176)
Day off today – so I went and did what I had done every other day this week, and went into Manchester. With educational ends however. This is the Museum of Science and Industry (MOSI), a fine place to spend time, and this is a replica of the world’s first stored-program computer, dontcha know. If it wasn’t for this thing we’d all still be communicating via radio. Or something.
Reading room, John Rylands Library
Tuesday 14th February 2012, 9.45am (day 173)
You nearly got something Valentines’-related… but I’ll spare everyone’s blushes. Here’s a library instead, in case you were thinking of getting too flustered about the (arbitrary) occasion. It’s got some nice lines in it. But then again so did the picture I nearly posted, only the lines were curvier.
The Alma Mater: Parkinson Court, the University of Leeds
Thursday 2nd February 2012, 12.05pm (day 161)
Alma Mater (noun): ‘The school, college or university that one attended. ORIGIN [17th Cent]: (in the general sense of someone providing nourishment): Latin, literally ‘Bounteous Mother’.
I was here from 1993 until I achieved my doctorate in 2001, then I worked here until 2005. I’ve not been back much since, but I was here today for a meeting. Nice to see it again. They say ‘never go back’, but sometimes you should do.
Before the movie: Hebden Bridge Picture House
Sunday 29th January 2012, 4.55pm (day 157)
One of this town’s greatest assets is its old-fashioned (1920s) cinema, with its good mix of movies and lots of legroom. It is so great that Joe is growing up within walking distance of a proper movie theatre – particularly when Halifax, a town ten times the size down the road, doesn’t have one at all. I love movies; a far superior medium than TV, which I never watch. (Except Masterchef.)
Even though I went back to my little compact camera today after yesterday’s vision of the future, I did learn one or two things about it yesterday; such as how to take better photos in lower light. I like this shot; the line of heads, the light reflecting off the two follicly-challenged guys.
And the movie? Mission Impossible: Ghost Protocol. Well, you get asked to go to these kinds of things when you have pre-teen boys. Actually I thought it was pretty decent. Silly, but entertaining.
Clare’s luggage (and opportunities missed)
Friday 27th January 2012, 1.50pm (day 155)
No offense, but I’ve never seen a man who can take this much away for a one-night journey, regardless of the circumstances. I quite like the mild optical illusion with this picture: the reason the rucksack to left appears to be balanced on its side, and the ID tag on the right is hovering in mid air, is because this pic is actually taken from above.
However, the moral of the day is – Always Take The Camera. In the evening, after I’d given up seeking a better shot in a grey and dreary, uneventful day, there was a half-hour snowstorm that left Hebden Bridge dusted with white in the evening light. But… you’ll just have to take my word for it. Two hours later it was all gone.
De Rokerij, Amstel
Wednesday 25th January 2012, 3.55pm (day 153)
In my life I have been to the Netherlands about 12 times: mostly in Amsterdam but I have also visited some provincial towns. And even though there will be many people who will look at certain surface features, particularly in Amsterdam, and think that this is sometimes a sleazy place, they have got it all wrong. In all those times I have been here, regardless of what state I have been in, I have never once felt threatened, and no one has ripped me off for even the slightest Euro. This is, in fact, the most civilised country in the whole world.
Window, Clare’s treatment room
Sunday 22nd January 2012, 2.20pm (day 150)
I am trying hard not to repeat myself on this blog. That means that there are some photo possibilities which I’ve had my eye on for a while, but been saving, as they could then be used on one of those days on which I did not leave the immediate area, just sat and worked, and there were no particularly decent views outside.
Today was one of those days.
It was also the 150th day of the blog, which means I’ve updated the ‘Best of the Rest‘ page with some more shots that didn’t quite make it. Enjoy…
Stairwell, the Hotel Rica
Wednesday 18th January 2012, 6.30pm (day 146)
Couldn’t decide whether to make some comments about the blandness of (most) hotels or just leave this shot alone. OK, OK, I’ll leave it alone.
