Sunday 16th April 2017, 11.10am (day 2,061)
Poor weather kept everyone indoors on Easter Sunday and ways of passing the time needed to be found. Is there such a word as ‘origamist’ — ‘he/she who makes origami’? Well, there is now.
Poor weather kept everyone indoors on Easter Sunday and ways of passing the time needed to be found. Is there such a word as ‘origamist’ — ‘he/she who makes origami’? Well, there is now.
Went to the in-laws’ for Easter but didn’t take the computer so a bit of catching up to do, first from the 40th birthday party we attended on the Saturday night, sister-in-law Rachael marking her fortieth — this isn’t her in the shot, sorry to say I can’t remember who is but perhaps enlightenment will dawn. Anyway, happy birthday to the S-i-L, a good time was had by all.
Molineux is the stadium of Wolverhampton Wanderers who became the latest side that the mighty Brighton & Hove Albion batted aside on their way to the Championship title this season. Well, OK… promotion at least. We’re not there yet but we could be, as early as Monday. I have given up trying to take decent action shots of games, which is impossible a) from the crowd b) with an everyday camera and c) when you care about the result. So here is one taken just before things got started with the 5pm kick off (thank you, Sky Sports). Of course it would be better if all the lines were straight, but as with other elements of sports photography — it really doesn’t help if you’re confined to one particular seat all evening.
Office-wise I’ve been based in the Ellen Wilkinson Building for nearly 12 years now but have little reason to venture up to its sixth floor (if you live in most of the rest of the world, its seventh). When I do I am reminded what a decent view it has, even if today the light wasn’t as it could be. But there’s quite a distance in sight here, south to the Derbyshire Pennines, and the tower of Manchester Royal Infirmary nearer the camera.
I post this picture also to launch myself on one of these mini blog-projects that sometimes motivate me. Coming up: eleven different photo locations in eleven days. Let’s do it.
I can see no explanation for the burst of feathers on the neck of this pigeon than it has recently had an extremely close encounter with some kind of ballistic missile — a piece of shot, an air rifle pellet — not unlike (in pigeon terms) one of those stories where a WW1 trenches veteran got his cigarette case taken neatly out but he survived. Or Steve Buscemi’s character in Fargo (if you’ve seen it, you know). I apologise to the paid-up members of the Society Avoiding Cruelty to Pigeons on behalf of the perpetrator, but I didn’t do it, honestly, I’m just documenting.
Cartwright Gardens is a gorgeous Georgian crescent built over two hundred years ago and probably not looking a huge amount different these days. You can quite imagine those gentry scenes from Oliver! being played out here, you know, the ones with flower sellers and lots of other proletarians going about their jolly business while toffs in top hats magnanimously tip them a groat or two. Most of it seems to have been converted into hotels in more recent times, including the one in which I spent the night.
Generally the theme over the last few days has been relaxation, and this seems to be the state of mind of this lady on the train to London this afternoon, particularly as this shot was taken before we had even left Leeds station. I did my best to adopt such an attitude today as well, despite the need to go down to London yet again to hang around at an embassy (you might see this tomorrow)….
Everyone was enjoying the good weather today. This robin in the garden had a look around, decided I was no threat at all, fluffed its feathers up, spread its wings and settled in for a few minutes’ quiet drying out time. This seemed a perfectly good response to the sunshine as far as I was concerned.
The summit of Sail is 2536 feet above sea level but the fell is described by Wainwright as ‘the least obtrusive of the 2,500-footers’ and he has a point, there’s not really much to it. Still, it was the highest point reached on my walk today, and the view is a good one despite the grey clouds: the distinct northern group (Skiddaw and Blencathra) on the horizon, Keswick below. A good walk today — I’m having my weekend Friday and Saturday.