Another day where the weather can politely be described as ‘mixed’. But at least this evening burst of sun brought dramatic light for a time. Today brings to an end what has been (for me) a relatively long period at home, but the next ten days see me mostly elsewhere.
Pictured atop what used to be the Hole in the Wall pub — which has been under renovation for months now (as this photo, taken in early April 2014, proves). Why the builders felt the need to do it, no idea — ask them. Not an exciting shot but then again I have no plans to have an exciting weekend, time at home, doing nothing, is required.
Wednesday morning means the bric-a-brac market in Hebden Bridge. I stood by this ‘display’ (a pink storage box) long enough to get this single pic but at that point the stallholder, attracted by some logo I had on the random T-shirt I threw on that morning, started a conversation with me and I decided that if I took another one I would be expected to shell out on cutlery. We don’t need cutlery, so I moved on. I dunno, the thrills of a day working at home, huh.
A day in Manchester, a day too far in the week if you ask me. But it was a glorious morning at Hebden Bridge station today.
Three stallholders, or possibly visitors, and Audrey Hepburn in a birdcage. A typical scene at Hebden Bridge’s weekly Wednesday flea market.
Well, you can see from the labels what these guys do. And they do it very well. One of my more catatonic days today — but I shopped, and to good effect I think. One third of my way through the second thousand photos.
Well, it’s been a damn good run on the weather — a week in California and then 6 days at home with barely a real cloud to be seen. But today…. it changed. I guess this photographer thought there was mileage in photos of wet cobbles, too.
Easter Monday, so we had the annual Duck Race down the Hebden Water. If you don’t know what that is, there is no point explaining it. This shot doesn’t do justice to the crowds watching it — but who cares, it epitomised my day, and that is the point of this blog.
A pleasant evening, though the barometer is falling steeply. This view of the town is taken from Keighley Road. Somehow the angle on the hill at the back looks wrong, but you can tell the camera is being held straight from the perpendiculars on the housing, so it must just be weird geography.
I don’t expect this photo to win any awards and I could have done better with the light today on what was a beautiful spring day. But sometimes the opportunities just don’t arise. This’ll do — and it was still a lovely day.
Being 42 