Sunday 1st May 2016, 1.45pm (day 1,711)
Even on May Day this kind of behaviour is inexcusable. Really, you shouldn’t do this kind of thing in public, guys.
Grown men acting silly
Being 42
Life, one day at a time
Out for a walk, Central London
Saturday 30th April 2016, 12.15pm (day 1,710)
This was an urban animal if ever I’ve seen one, striding out wholly purposefully this lunchtime along a busy street. I know the composition of this shot could be better — getting rid of the post behind the goose would have improved it for a start — but some shots you only really get one chance to capture.
Waiting for the London train
Friday 29th April 2016, 7.00pm (day 1,709)
The pattern of photos on this blog is a simple reflection of my life. So as I spend a healthy proportion of my time in railway stations, there are a lot of photos of railway stations. Two in a row with this one and its nice lines and patterns. Like this woman Clare and I too were waiting for the evening train to London, in our case for a night out. I do have a social life you know.
Station subway
Thursday 28th April 2016, 3.05pm (day 1,708)
I just like the lines of redness, sliding down the stairs until they spill out into the kid’s coat.
Edge of campus
Wednesday 27th April 2016, 12.55pm (day 1,707)
Since the teaching term recommenced for me on 13th April I have offered 15 consecutive pictures either at home in Hebden or in Manchester for work. The fence on the left of this shot represents the limit of my present world.
I know this would perhaps be a better photo if the traffic cone in the middle distance weren’t there. But while I could have moved it, I say that on this blog no shot is posed or staged in any way. So let’s see it as just one of those little blemishes that proves the fallibility of all my efforts, or something like that.
Fridge door decoration
Monday 25th April 2016, 1.10pm (day 1,705)
Another Monday spent at home working…. working… all work… all work and no play?
Sunday afternoon snack
Sunday 24th April 2016, 3.20pm (day 1,704)
Although a chillier day today than it has been, I think we can still say that spring is here. Not sure whether these two were feeding themselves, or the ducks in the river below their feet (and cropped out of shot), but either way the title still applies. Why the black and white? Why not? Sometimes the colours just don’t work out so well.
The Railway diaspora
Saturday 23rd April 2016, 3.35pm (day 1,703)
Since the Boxing Day floods took out 95% of the town centre four months ago, five of Hebden Bridge’s pubs have reopened: the White Lion (which never shut), the Old Gate, the Crown, the Trades Club and the Fox and Goose. However, this leaves seven that remain closed: the White Swan, the Shoulder of Mutton, Nelson’s, the Sports & Social, Stubbing Wharf, the Albert and the one that I and many friends feel most keenly, the Railway. Martin and Shelley, pictured here, are members of the Railway diaspora, drinkers in exile (in this case in the Old Gate). Perhaps we will all return home some time soon but to be honest at the moment there is little sign of it.
Back Pool Fold, Manchester
Friday 22nd April 2016, 4.00pm (day 1,702)
Now here’s a back alley, discovered as I try ever more to hone the directness of my walking route through Manchester city centre on a given working day. I like the detail on this shot — lots of things to see, from bottom to top, but all epitomising the idea of an alley, a trench in the urban landscape.
Being 42 