Saturday 7th November 2015, 11.30am (day 1,535)
One of Hebden Bridge’s better cafés. I like this shot for the colours and how it encapsulates a much-needed day of relaxation for me.
Being 42
Life, one day at a time
Category Archives: Portrait
Selfie, Halloween film festival
Saturday 31st October 2015, 6.10pm (day 1,528)
Five movies on all afternoon and evening at the Hebden Bridge Picture House (this town’s best asset if you ask me), of which I saw the last three — The Shining (gotta see any Kubrick on the big screen at any opportunity); The Living Dead at the Manchester Morgue (bizarre Spanish/Italian 1970s zombie movie filmed in the UK, though not, particularly, in Manchester, which also includes probably the most gratuitous nude scene in movie history); and The Wicker Man (among the best movies ever made). Would you have been brave enough to spend such an evening in the company of this man?
Joe hits it
Monday 26th October 2015, 12.15pm (day 1,523)
It’s Joe’s half-term, so to occupy him (and also mark Clare’s birthday) we went to the National Football Museum in Manchester. This is part of the new “From Pitch to Pixel” exhibition, head that bright orange ball and become part of some giant interactive artwork being compiled over several months, called “Hit It!”. And become part of my rather longer-lasting interactive artwork too….
Seagulls in Whitelocks
Saturday 17th October 2015, 1.50pm (day 1,514)
Oh, it’s always very nice to go to Leeds and win, although we (Brighton) seem to be making a habit of it… a 2-1 victory makes it six wins in our last seven games against Yorkshire’s ‘finest’. Tim and Jamie on the left constitute the other half (with Joe & I) of the Calderdale Seagulls… being based in the local area this is the one we want to win the most. I seem unable to take decent action shots of any football match, probably because I get too involved, but this picture encapsulates my day just fine.
Platform 12 (in the pink)
Friday 16th October 2015, 9.45am (day 1,513)
Work trip down south today. Change trains at Leeds. Leeds probably ranks third on the list of ‘Drew’s most frequently-visited railway stations’ (after Hebden Bridge and Manchester Victoria, but ahead of Preston and King’s Cross). This section of it seems to have turned a shocking pink colour in the last few weeks for no immediately obvious reason.
Cameraman
Thursday 15th October 2015, 7.40pm (day 1,512)
This piece of equipment isn’t quite as fearsome as it looks, because in fact there are three of them lined up along row O of the stalls of the Palace Theatre, Manchester, filming the performance we came tonight to see. The ten rows behind them all had to be reseated, which is proof, I guess, that the BBC can stomp in and do what they like….
Some of my new students
Monday 21st September 2015, 1.15pm (day 1,488)
The campus suddenly gets a hundred times busier. But this is what I’m here to do. So ignoring the fact that it was raining today, which it seems to do on this arrival day every year, it was great to meet 30 or so of the people with whom I am going to share the next 11 months or so.
Sunday market stallholders
Sunday 13th September 2015, 10.40am (day 1,480)
The hair of the woman on the left, lit by the weak sun behind, was what caught my eye on this one, but I like the face of the other stallholder too.
Steve ponders the evening
Friday 11th September 2015, 5.45pm (day 1,478)
A last burst of September sun illuminates the tables outside the Railway, typical haunt of a Friday evening after work, where the accumulated clientele ponder their forthcoming weekends. Steve makes at least his 7th appearance on this blog and is the most-featured individual outside (in this order) Joe, Clare and myself. Which is a sign that we’re often in the same place — the aforementioned Railway…
Last day of the school summer holiday
Monday 7th September 2015, 4.30pm (day 1,474)
Seems an awful long time since Joe was at school, but he returns tomorrow, which therefore also marks the resumption of Clare’s school-related job duties. So today was the last day of anything resembling a ‘summer holiday’ for either of them. They mourned its passing by knocking hell out of each other at Warhammer. Clare won convincingly, so I heard.
