Thursday 30th June 2016, 5.00pm (day 1,771)
This frog virtually demanded that I did its close-ups….
Garden visitor
Being 42
Life, one day at a time
The summer continues…
Wednesday 29th June 2016, 4.10pm (day 1,770)
Adding insult to the profound sense of incompetence hanging over England at the moment, the weather conforms to all the worst stereotypes about an English summer.
Sale at Zara
Tuesday 28th June 2016, 1.55pm (day 1,769)
There were several posts I could have made today that made some kind of comment on the political situation but, y’know…. elsewhere, I’ve said enough. So I’m going with this one because I just like the juxtaposition and the composition with her red top. Also the reflections, including yr. humble photographer just to the left of the sign.
Chilled out
Monday 27th June 2016, 6.45pm (day 1,768)
I’m trying to feel like this. It’s possible, if I just focus on my immediate locality.
Handmade Parade 2016
Sunday 26th June 2016, 12.30pm (day 1,767)
Hebden Bridge’s annual festival of creativity, the Handmade Parade, has featured on this blog every June since I started, and probably will continue to do so. It’s impossible to capture the whole experience in one shot, but I feel the need to show some happiness in the world this weekend, so here’s my choice.
Climbing tower
Saturday 25th June, 3.45pm (day 1,766)
This weekend, Hebden Bridge marks six months since the floods of 26th December. There are various festivals and events taking place over today and tomorrow (Sunday). In Calder Holmes Park today was a ‘Fair for Youth’ which seemed to involve a lot of people sitting on the grass watching a stage on which not much was happening; but this climbing tower seemed popular.
Saint Etienne at the Trades Club
Friday 24th June 2016, 9.40pm (day 1,765)
This was Clare’s night out as though I knew of this band I didn’t really care one way or the other about them. However, having seen them, they were bloody good. And Sarah Cracknell (right) is completely gorgeous. It was 1996 all over again I’m telling you. Taking photos of gigs is like football matches though — I take lots, but very few ever work out. I don’t have the equipment and I’m usually stuck in the same vantage point. Still, it’ll do.
Perhaps there is some irony in seeing a band named after a French football team the evening after the announcement of the disastrous referendum result. I apologise to the rest of the planet for the 17 million people I happen to share an island with who seem to think that isolationism is a valid response to the world’s problems. I wasn’t the only one in the room tonight weeping for the future.
Voted
Thursday 23rd June 2016, 6.35pm (day 1,764)
Maybe this is all some big Establishment charade but at least for once today, I can say that I voted in favour of something I strongly believe in.
This way
Wednesday 22nd June 2016, 9.55am (day 1,763)
For ten days now I, and am I sure most other photographers in Britain, have been praying for one thing – light — there really hasn’t been any. So once again I try to fall back on colour, and form, and composition and all those other things.
Pike o’Stickle and Bowfell
Tuesday 21st June 2016, 12.05pm (day 1,762)
After over a week of it raining every day, today — the summer solstice — while not exactly sunny, was at least dry. I had a book needing reading for work, I took it on the trains and went for a short but rewarding walk around the head of Great Langdale. Bowfell, in the background, is 2,960 feet high, and not on the itinerary today, but I did get to the sugarloaf summit of Pike o’Stickle about half an hour after this picture was taken. Note the walkers on the top at this point.
Being 42 