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.
Not natural clouds coming down the valley, as posted a few days ago — this fire was unnatural. But hey, it’s autumn. There’s lots to burn.
That is the name of this sculpture, currently residing in the courtyard of the town hall. There is a page about it here. It’s made of sand, and if you compare the photos on that web page with this one you can see that she has been revised (she is aging), and apparently will continue to be at points over the next few weeks. It’s a clever idea. Even if you can’t see it from most of the town.
Another grey day, but I got fed up complaining about the lack of light and decided to try harder to compensate. This cat looks rather worried by being added to the range of solitary cats which have appeared on this blog, but beyond its rather concerned expression, I like this shot.
There has been no weather for days now. No rain, no sun, no real clouds even, just this grey pall stuck over the world. Worst possible photography light. So here we are, with the help of some artificial illumination here’s today’s shot of a pub — you’ll be thinking I spend all my time in these places. *cough*
Today was not a great deal more active, or well-lit, than yesterday, but now and again there are still new things to be found in the immediate vicinity of the house. These are the rooves of our neighbours, the road curving down the hill towards the town, viewed from our attic room.
Hebden Bridge’s best community asset is its superb cinema, particularly as it is still council- rather than corporate-owned. I particularly think this when it spends the evening showing a 20-year old film just because it’s a great movie and deserves — as do all movies — to be seen on a big screen, as the director intended. And the bit when Marvin’s head gets blown off is still one of the funniest and most bad-taste deaths in cinema history.
OK, this shot’s a bit fuzzy, but hey, you try getting something under these conditions…. Actually I quite like this one.
Beautiful day today, coming at that time of year when you want to make the most of each day of very good weather in case it’s the last such day you see for 8 months. These flags have appeared this weekend in that much-photographed spot opposite the tables outside the Railway, and posed well in the evening light — those sunsets getting ever earlier as the world turns.
Sometimes the shot is just a consequence of being stood in the right spot at the right time, isn’t it? And you wait ages for a photogenic plastic bag to come along, then there’s two in two days…
Being 42 