It snowed again. A lot. Enough to make it kind of enjoyable, and that’s why I like this picture — the look of pleasure on Clare’s face. OK, let’s self-criticse about the tree growing out of her shoulder, but hey.
A familiar scene in so many ways, but we should keep our eyes open all the time, you never know when the same old view will take on a subtle character that you’ve not noted before.
The Watchtower is the magazine with the largest print run in the whole world, some 53,000.000 copies each month, apparently. All distributed for free. (Though it seems even the servants of God’s kingdom on Earth are not immune from having to adapt to the Internet, with the magazine having gone down to 16 pages and more emphasis placed on the digital edition these days.) I guess you need a large and voluntary distribution network to handle a publication like that. And so without addressing irrelevant questions of ‘faith’ — that’s what the Witnesses are: unpaid labour. They have to put in timesheets like the rest of us, but instead of getting pay now, they believe their redemption will come when the world finally ends (which according to them has been about to take place since 1914).
None of this persuades a great many people to stop and take a copy.
A stupendous morning. With our house guests (see yesterday) having brought Maggie the labrador I took the opportunity to make the most of it. I never quite got a version of this shot that was fully what I wanted but this is near enough.
At 8 months old Ellie is not the youngest person to appear on the blog (I make her the 3rd youngest) but she is the youngest house guest we have ever had. She and parents Caroline and Loyd (who appeared on the blog in happy circumstances on 24/8/13) visited this weekend. I chose this shot just because it is different but still displays her fundamental cuteness.
Was determined that today’s photo should come from Manchester, to break the run of Hebden pics and prove I do turn up at the office now and again. This despite having a photogenic night out (in Hebden) which may have proven a more fertile source than this rather random, albeit well-lit, corridor. But I didn’t take my camera out tonight, so we are left with this one. The corridor. Two fire extinguishers. It’s a thriller, I know.
It’s a long period at home — 10 of the 15 shots so far in 2015 have been taken in Hebden Bridge. Though things liven up again come early February, there is no change to come in the next fortnight. So I have to find my creativity where I can, by leeching on the work of others.
A little snow this morning, enough to provide the sort of wintry scene I was hoping for yesterday, but not enough to last through the day. Took myself up into the wood before work to see what I could capture, and took this one before the posse of ducks drifted in front of the fallen branches and spoiled the reflections.
Egad, it’s cold and wintry at the moment — at least by British standards — but it won’t go the whole hog and snow, which would at least give something outside to photograph other than this chilly gloom. The ‘fire room’ at the Railway is one of the warmest places I know which is why many of us congregate there after doing whatever it is we’ve done in the day. Like Navvy here, a regular visitor.
Clare had an exam today and on return home celebrated with a bottle of champagne we got for Christmas. Not that she knows whether or not she’s passed or not, but who needs such a specific excuse. This shot is taken from underneath, looking out our front door, through which the cork has just flown. I tried to get the truly decisive action shot, but that one didn’t work, this one is OK though.
Being 42 