Friday 25th September 2020, 1.55pm (day 3,319)
The working week ends as it started — with a bird photo-bombing the shot. But I like it.
Being 42
Life, one day at a time
Category Archives: Urban scene
Hebden heron on a misty morning
Monday 21st September 2020, 7.55am (day 3,315)
The view from my house. The picture was of the mists, with the mobile phone mast on the other side of the valley just peeking through. The heron (for that is what it is) flying over was an added bonus.
Get used to pictures from home. The whole moronic farce is kicking off again. If you’re an easy target, expect to be put back under house arrest soon enough.
After a day working at home
Friday 11th September 2020, 4.00pm (day 3,305)
Not my sticker. But I’m in agreement. I used to think my employer could be counted among the good guys, but recently they have used Covid as an excuse to strip us of a quarter of our team — and then told us, oh look, you will have more students in the coming year than ever. If I seem disinterested in my ‘career’ these days, there are reasons for that.
Thames sunset
Tuesday 8th September 2020, 7.00pm (day 3,302)
On an evening where the British government spasms idiotically again in a desperate effort to prove its own relevance, it was nice to be out in beautiful sunshine and to get a sense of just why people are prepared to pay large amounts of money to live in Docklands. Stay free, everyone.
Keep out
Monday 7th September 2020, 10.35am (day 3,301)
I did get into my workplace today, but this is a juxtaposition that seems to sum up several things about the experience.
Hebden hillside
Sunday 6th September 2020, 2.05pm (day 3,300)
Hebden Bridge does have its verticals, and we don’t normally see the sight depicted here as our house lies a (scale) inch or so off to the left of this shot. This was taken from the other side of the valley, on the Heptonstall road.
Gnomon
Friday 4th September 2020, 4.50pm (day 3,298)
Gnomon is one of those wonderful strange words use to name mundane things. In this case, the bit of a sundial that casts the shadow. This particular gnomon sits in the middle of St. George’s Square in Hebden Bridge, and was putting in a brief stint of duty as I took this shot — although this was about the only moment of sunshine in the afternoon. The shop behind — the full name of which you can probably work out — will be either a boutique or a café, as those are the only shops the town really has, these days.
Down but not out
Wednesday 2nd September 2020, 4.15pm (day 3,296)
“***!! Goddamn asshole!”
“It’s OK Bob. I’ve got you. Hang in there. Hey fellers! Did anyone get his number plate?”
Chapel Walks, Manchester
Tuesday 1st September 2020, 9.15am (day 3,295)
Into September, and Manchester still seems mostly dead. It’s the cities that seem to have been hit worst by the mass lunacy. Manchester City Council puts up signs saying “Help Manchester on its road to recovery — by staying 2m apart!” This is doublethink. The only way that cities will be helped to recover is when people decide for themselves that they are going back to work there. As I have.
Necessary wear
Friday 28th August 2020, 3.35pm (day 3,291)
A foul day of almost constant rain, on which even the ducks were taking shelter, unconducive to any great inspiration. The only saving grace was that it was a Friday, and the forecast is better for the weekend to come.
