Saturday 5th July 2014, 5.20pm (day 1,045)
My family. No further comment necessary.
Tour de France tomorrow.
My family. No further comment necessary.
Tour de France tomorrow.
I knew you wouldn’t make it all the way down the road in those heels, dear. Anyway, even if the exact date is tomorrow — happy wedding anniversary, hun. My, 15 years… as long as Basil and Sybil Fawlty π
It’s been November (or rather Movember) since a selfie appeared on the blog. This orange wall stands on the University of Stavanger campus where I was doing my day’s work today. I like the reflective bubble effect, but what puzzles me is where I’ve gone in the one to top right.
Joe has featured on this blog more than any other person. Among other things it therefore also becomes a chronicle of his development, at least in the last two and three quarter years, since his first appearance in September 2011. More and more you can see how his teenage face is going to turn out.
Pictured in the Railway. I need to find variety; day 1,000 came towards the beginning of a full month of time, 31 days (16th May – 15th June) where I will only have one photo outside Hebden Bridge and Manchester, on 29th May. Motivation to keep this blog going comes from the different places I visit, but I also like finding the different shots from familiar territory as well.
We had a kind of extended family gathering this evening. My Dad’s cousin Paul put together this huge scroll showing the family tree heading back several generations and at least two hundred years (very few of whom ever bothered to leave the Ashton-under-Lyne and Oldham area it seems). This young chap — name not caught — is on it somewhere. Good evening, though I had to leave early, as I’m flying to Russia early in the morning.
No real chance for much more than a domestic scene today. The notable thing about this one was that as the clocks went forward last night, it was still light at 7.30 this evening. The world turns…
I did virtually nothing today. The pic encapsulates my indolence (those are my feet on lower left) and Clare’s industry, as she packs for her night away performing. Packing in this instance is a matter of pressure and counter-pressure.
As seen in the National Media Museum, Bradford, today, A concave mirror and some easy-enough positioning for the cameraman. I like the playing-card effect on this one. Technically it is also a self-portrait.
A bit blurred, I know, but I like it anyway, and seeing as Casper’s christening was the main event of the day, I should pick a shot directly related to it. He is the son of my cousin David, pictured here holding him, and his wife Emily (to right). Well done to them all, and a nice day was had.
I can never remember though, does this make Casper my second cousin? Or first cousin once removed? I pass.