Thursday 3rd December 2015, 2.15pm (day 1,561)
I do sometimes still end up doing work in this place. I wonder whether the government think it is ‘productive’…
Being 42
Life, one day at a time
The mast
Wednesday 2nd December 2015, 8.30am (day 1,560)
This shot is taken from my house. Followers of this blog will have seen this mast on various occasions before (like this shot, for example); it stands on the horizon as I look south over the town. I liked the way the sunlight was just catching it this morning, so tried a long zoom on it for the first time. Shortly after this the light deteriorated back into being yet another grey day spent working at home, so this became pic of the day by default, really. I know it’s a dull time at the moment, but hey, it is every year, frankly.
Tod market
Tuesday 1st December 2015, 2.45 pm (day 1,559)
Todmorden market‘s second appearance on the blog — though I never seem to actually catch it open. Perhaps it’s just better this way.
Leafy corner
Monday 30th November 2015, 3.55pm (day 1,558)
November, which began with an absolutely glorious day, has ended with three weeks of pretty sustained crap, weather-wise. With no light but grey, damp dullness, and a day spent almost entirely working at home, I’m having to work hard for these shots at the moment. Still, this one will do — there are lots of nice textures to explore.
Cinema foyer
Sunday 29th November 2015, 8.10pm (day 1,557)
I’m a regular visitor here (and even my frequency pales into insignificance compared to Clare, who goes here at least once a week on average). Tonight it was a documentary about the selling-off of the old Haçienda nightclub in Manchester. Whatever the feature, these guys will be in the foyer, one selling tickets, the other the snacks and alcohol. I stand by my assessment that this is Hebden Bridge’s best community asset.
We are top of the league, I said we are top of the league
Saturday 28th November 2015, 5.05pm (day 1,556)
Oh go on. I know it’s a cheat, but indulge me this once. Who knows, it might not happen again.
Mancunian Way graffiti
Friday 27th November 2015, 12.15pm (day 1,555)
Man, I’m glad to get to the end of this week. I will here use other people’s art to distract myself from ranting about the trains again.
Cross Street, early morning
Thursday 26th November 2015, 7.55am (day 1,554)
A sign of how my commuting habits have changed, basically since I had my sabbatical in Australia — this is the earliest Manchester shot in nearly three years (since 17/12/12 to be precise). God, I’m such a statto.
This is how it feels to use Northern Rail
Wednesday 25th November 2015, 4.55pm (day 1,553)
After two blissful days working at home, welcome back to sodding Northern Rail’s dreadful recent performance on the Calderdale line. Just to put this in perspective, over the last two weeks I have lost a total of 7 hours of my life to delays — that’s a whole working day. This is how it feels.
Aflame
Tuesday 24th November 2015, 4.15pm (day 1,552)
Posted for much the same underlying reasons as yesterday’s pic of the frosty roofscape: because the winter chill is starting to seep through these increasingly old bones, there is pleasure to be found in watching things burn. So, fire today, ice yesterday: tomorrow I might try luke-warm water. (Spinal Tap joke.)
Being 42 