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.
March. That’s spring, right? Isn’t it? Not here, not this year, not a bit of it.
Standing outside the pub taking this and friend Sandra said, ‘so, are you going to call that one ‘Scaffolding’ then?’.
OK, why not.
Spent the working day in Manchester, where the weather was lousy, but by the time I came home it had brightened up enough to make this scene worth capturing on the way back from the railway station.
One of these days I will have a day when there is just nothing to photograph. Today came close, I have to say. But I suppose this one is OK. (We were going to see The Imitation Game by the way.)
What was in the boxes I do not know, but if they started out full then clearly she’s had a good day’s trading. Perhaps that’s what she’s texting about. But perhaps the stall just sells the boxes. It’s that kind of market.
After a cold and snowy few days in Norway, back home, to a less snowy but still cold Hebden Bridge. The bicycle hanging by the canal is a legacy of when it was much warmer, back in July, and the Tour de France came zipping by.
Today is the last of 66 days in a row for me in the UK, which I guess isn’t very long, but it is the second-longest UK-bound period of this blog. I was in Manchester today but the run ended with a damn fine — but cold — Hebden Bridge morning.
As viewed from our allotment this morning. I alleviated the pain of yesterday’s football by going out and tilling the land, or something like that. A sunny day, but cold, to greet February.
Being 42 