Monday 7th November 2011, 5.05pm (day 74)
Air travel is not a mode of transport designed to deliver many pleasures, but there is a beauty to being above the clouds and seeing them tinged by the setting sun.
Being 42
Life, one day at a time
Category Archives: Landscape
View from my house
Tuesday 1st November 2011, 10.20am (day 68)
Hebden Bridge in autumn plumage. Definitely a good time of year to be here.
The summit of Rannerdale Knotts
Friday 28th October 2011, 11.40am (day 64)
No time to settle in at home after returning from Moscow – at this time of year it is necessary to grab the chance to get a walk in when I can. I may not have time to do any more until nearly Christmas, unfortunately, and depend on the weather even then.
But it’s worth it. Trips abroad are interesting but I’d rather be here. So would this sheep, by the looks of things.
(See http://214wainwrights.wordpress.com for other photos from today and a description of the walk.)
Sunset seen from home
Thursday 13th October 2011, 6.30pm (day 49)
Today was proving a very mundane day photographically and I was struggling to find a representative picture – until the natural environment obliged with the last light of the day.
Tomorrow is the 50th day of this blog, by the way. So look out for the page of ‘outtakes’ (or ‘best of the rest’) which I’m going to stick up tomorrow alongside the daily picture.
Bowfell, from Great Crag
Friday 7th October 2011, 1.40pm (day 43)
This could well have been one of the best days of my whole life for photography. To pick only one was really difficult, but I like this one a lot because this really looks like a mountain, something Andean or Himalayan, almost. (OK, there’s no snow, but it looks aloof, unattainable.) But almost every photo today was a winner – the conditions were just perfect. Lucky, lucky man.
Plenty more pictures to come, if they are not already there, on the 214 Wainwrights blog. (They’ll all be up by tomorrow night.)
Holme Fell, from Black Fell
Friday 16th September 2011, 1.40pm (day 22)
Fully determined to enjoy the first day of my 3-day weekend, especially as it was my only chance to do a Lakes walk during about a five-week period, I headed out today despite a dubious weather forecast. Had a good walk – but this was the shot that most encapsulated its major characteristic – it was WET. At one point I think I was wetter than I have ever been before, at least, with my clothes on.
Wasdale and Ennerdale walk – Thursday 1st and Friday 2nd September 2011
Great Door, Yewbarrow (2nd Sept, 9.10am – day 8)
I left Wasdale Head in grey but dry and tolerable weather. As far as Dropping Crag the way was steep but unproblematic. Then everything changed. The cloud came down and the rain started, making the rocks slippery, and the climb just got steeper and harder. It was an unpleasant 90 minutes to say the least. But there was this one dramatic moment, as this huge crack opened up in the world ahead, mist rising up through it like something out of Tolkein. For a moment I did not have to worry about getting down again and could just wonder at the sublime nature of it all. Did it make the horizontal hail on the summit worthwhile? That’s an open question.
Frog on the Dore Head scree-run (1st Sept, 5.45pm – day 7)
Halfway down the torrent of scree which drops a thousand feet from Dore Head to Wasdale, descending by a mixture of precarious clambering and simply sliding down on my butt, this frog hops across the ‘path’ and just sits there, waiting for me to do something. Whatever it was doing up there, only it knew for sure. Perhaps it spends its days hopping up a couple of hundred feet then climbing on a little flat piece of rock and schussing down to the bottom again when no one is watching.
Being 42 