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.
Another well-lit afternoon, with the last rays of the day catching the smoke from these November fires. 3pm is as late as we get sunlight in the valley at this time of year — 10 minutes after this all is in shadow.
This is the building site that children should not play on (as pictured behind the playground equipment a couple of weeks ago). A burst of sunlight caught it very well this afternoon.
Didn’t even take a photo today until after the sun went down, which at this time of year is pretty early, and it’s going to get earlier yet. The evening was a very damp one, and hopefully this shot of the canal towpath reflects that (pun not intended).
Nearly four weeks ago now (it was the evening that I returned from Dubrovnik) a pedestrian was run over and killed in the centre of Hebden Bridge. These flowers appeared at the spot within a couple of days, and remain there still, wilted and fading but still constituting a memorial to the dead man.
Another beautiful morning, which we are becoming quite used to. When the light hits Hebden Bridge station right, it’s worth hanging around for — this train was going to Manchester, but for the sake of an extra 10 minutes until the next one, I stayed and got the shot.
Second, and last, day of a two-day gap between coming back from one trip and heading off on another. It must be significant that both the photos in the gap have been of the ground of my home town.
Being 42 