A dull day today in every sense. Damp grey weather in Hebden Bridge and I spent almost the whole day indoors, teaching online. So there was little to inspire the photography. This shot has little artistic merit I know, but I chose it to show how, now the clocks have gone back, it’s getting dark well early — and there’s much more darkness to come of course, before the year turns.
Of course the houses aren’t really in the treetops. Or are they? This is Hebden Bridge…
A well-lit moment this afternoon. I guess if I keep doing this long enough, and try not to repeat myself, there exists some theoretical point in the future at which the whole town of Hebden Bridge will have been documented.
This photo may be dull and grey, but hey — that epitomises things, as this was as good as it got today. One of the rare ‘photowhacks’, the one and only picture taken on a given day.
A familiar scene, given added interest by the drizzle caught in the sun. Worth getting a little wet for. The 8:34 to York departs and my train to Manchester will be along in a few minutes.
Look at someone’s home space as opposed to a designed environment like a chain store, and everything will just feel a lot more natural in the former, because the space has grown naturally. Sometimes I feel this is also true of charity shops like this one, which is why they make more interesting subjects. The dog is just a temporary visitor, but does his/her bit too.
With this determination I have not to repeat myself on this blog, and living in a home town that isn’t really that big — there are only so many corners of it to photograph. But I’m pretty sure I haven’t done this one before.
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.
It cleared up considerably after about 1.30pm, but until then was pretty awful, vindicating my decision not to go on a Lake District walk today. These swings only seem to get pictured in bad weather.
And yet more construction, this time in Hebden Bridge and pictured from the bathroom window of our house. These road works have been protracted — the picture of the happy drill was taken around their starting point. This has been a very Hebden-bound period of the blog.
This was also a photowhack — the one and only photo taken on a particular day.
Being 42 