Saturday 10th January 2015, 1.40pm (day 1,234)
Abandoned shoes fascinate me — particularly when there’s only one of them. I mean, what’s the story behind that?
Abandoned shoes fascinate me — particularly when there’s only one of them. I mean, what’s the story behind that?
Regular visitors to this blog may recognise this as the view from the back of my house, my bedroom window to be precise. (Chilli plants and all.) This is as much as I saw of the world today. If I ever do end this blog, it’ll be because of the need to get creative on days like these, spent indoors, rain and grey light outside. But for now, I’m still here.
At least since Christmas Day it’s been a pleasant break with lots of chances to get outdoors. It’s no coincidence that there’ve been plenty of landscape shots on here in the last 10 days, and here’s another one. The whole house goes back to work and/or school tomorrow: which I guess is the case for many of us. H0pe you had a good one.
I have on occasion been known to describe snow as the devil’s mange, but also must admit that the 90 minutes I spent out in it this morning, under clear blue skies, was probably the most beautiful experience of 2014 thus far. These are the moments worth waiting for in life.
The sign posted to the lamppost says ‘no fly tipping’. It’s irony, isn’t it. That bike’s been there for a couple of weeks now I come to think of it. And yes, it snowed last night, if only lightly. But the run of not having been near any since 21/1/13 is broken.
A dull December day in both senses, spent working at home, so little to photograph. It’s about time Maskill’s got on here anyway; a fine butcher’s shop, which supplies meat from its own farm down the road at reasonable prices. Remember, the moronocrats would rather places like this didn’t exist and we all shopped with Sainsbury’s. That’s why they’re called the moronocracy.
This shot’s not that technically great but I like it because of the two shadowy figures, however it’s also a sign of how dark it remains now until well past 8.30 each morning. Depressing.
As had grown on a car bonnet (hood) today — and note the time. This was the coldest day of 2014 I think.
Mind you I still haven’t actually touched snow since 21st January 2013, immediately prior to my trip to Australia. Saw it at a distance on 4th February this year, but only that one time, and it’s not been underfoot again yet.
Another one of those scenes I pass almost every day but which has never made it onto the blog until now. I like it though, the third post in eight days to basically be trying to get a certain symmetry from an everyday urban scene (so the little things which break it, the hub caps and the lamppost, irritate slightly). Don’t expect a great deal more excitement than this over the weekend, by the way.
I am trying not to repeat myself on this blog even after nearly 1,200 days, but it’s still something of a surprise that this view hasn’t previously made it. It’s a standard Hebden Bridge shot and I pass it whenever I go to and from the railway station. At least, I don’t think it’s made it before — though I’m getting on a bit these days and may have forgotten.
St. Andrew’s Day, and a beautiful morning. This is the walkway down by the Hebden Water in town. I like the lines of the building, the trees in the background and the random arrangement of café paraphernalia waiting to see if any customers realised it was quite warm enough to sit outside despite it being the last day of November.