Wednesday 11th November 2015, 11.05am (day 1,539)
I feel these guys are lining up, ready to attack me a la Hitchcock. But they posed well enough for a photo this morning.
I feel these guys are lining up, ready to attack me a la Hitchcock. But they posed well enough for a photo this morning.
I am sure the Muscovy duck gets as much pleasure from a good solid self-probing like this as we do a good shower. I know this picture could be sharper but this was a long zoom on a very gloomy day. A decent, stress-free weekend, but not at all a sunny one: we are heading for deepest November, the dullest period of the whole year.
Remember, remember, the fifth of November. The gunpowder treason and plot. I see no reason why the gunpowder treason should ever be forgot. (Said V.)
After the gorgeousness and gorgeosity (oh my brothers) of yesterday, today was one of the dullest days imaginable. Hence this shot. But I guess I quite like the graffiti, painted over rather unsuccessfully.
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.