Friday 27th October 2017, 8.05am (day 2,255)
It became a very bright and sunny day in Manchester but at 8am the whole city centre was wreathed in this rather eerie mist. A long and busy week comes to an end; time for a break….
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Freight train, Victoria station
Thursday 26th October 2017, 1.45pm (day 2,254)
No rest for me despite an 11pm arrival home last night, it was off for a full day’s work, even if I did the second part of it at home. 13:48 departure from Victoria delayed a few minutes while this very long freight rumbled through platform 3b. This is just the very back end of it.
A prosaic way to mark Clare’s 41st birthday: many happy returns to her, as mentioned tonight, maybe on this date next year she should take over the blog for a day, as its title will apply…
Terminal D, Sheremetyevo
Wednesday 25th October 2017, 2.10pm (day 2,253)
And so, after two days of photographing monuments — and, y’know, doing a bit of work — I head home again. My colleague and I were wondering how these pigeons got into the Sheremetyevo airport buildings, but maybe they don’t even bother leaving; I should imagine there is more than enough here to feed and shelter them, rather like that Tom Hanks character in The Terminal. Warmer than a Moscow winter, anyway.
Gagarin
Tuesday 24th October 2017, 10.30am (day 2,252)
Well, if you hit a theme, sometimes it’s worth continuing it. From yesterday’s post-Soviet-style statuary to the real deal today, the monument on Leninsky Prospekt to Yuri Gagarin, first man in space. Whatever you think of the Soviets’ attitude toward economic issues, it’s hard to deny they did good statuary.
In transit, Schiphol
Sunday 22nd October 2017, 11.30am (day 2,250)
Black-and-white photos of one’s day seems to be a trend on Facebook at the moment, so who am I not to follow a trend. Anyway this one just looked better in monochrome, as they tend to do if the photographer has screwed up the white balance somehow. In transit again…. an airport bar on a Sunday morning is not going to be the most dynamic place, we are all waiting there for something or other.
Bonsalls, the ironmongers’
Saturday 21st October 2017, 11.15am (day 2,249)
Bonsalls is a Hebden Bridge institution, the sort of hardware store that you thought you only now saw in movies. If it helps prop up the house or garden, you can get it in here. Probably it has been here since Victorian times. But it does take credit cards.
This is also a photowhack — that is, the one and only photo taken on a given day. It was far too wet and rainy to take many other worthwhile pictures. ‘Storm Brian’ they are calling it, like they decided to give it the most prosaic name beginning with B that they could think of. Storm Barabbas? Storm Balthazar? Storm Boogie Nights Woah-Woah-Woah….? There must have been hundreds of more interesting names.
Exchange Square tram stop
Friday 20th October 2017, 8.55am (day 2,248)
The smudges on the lens, the unnaturally reflective ground, the kind of stoically pained look of the lady with the blue bag, yes, it was another fine autumn morning in Manchester. I’m glad this week’s over, it has been very tiring. But Worktober ain’t finished yet, unfortunately.
Early start
Thursday 19th October 2017, 6.55am (day 2,247)
First time I’ve pulled a duty on the 06:59 for a while. First time I’ve been at the station before sunrise in an even longer while. The world turns…
Proteins priced individually
Wednesday 18th October 2017, 10.20am (day 2,246)
“Hi. I’d like the chicken caesar salad, a potato salad, and a plate of glutamine synthetase, please.”
“Certainly madam. That’ll be £3.50 for the two salads, and we have a special on glutamine synthetase today at just £2.50 for a plate. Unless you’d prefer an orotidylate decarboxylase wrap, at just £1.95?”
Overseer
Tuesday 17th October 2017, 5.00pm (day 2,245)
This mallard and I were both watching the world go by, above the Hebden Water on this Sunday afternoon…. the first real bite of autumn, I think. Wonder what he thinks about it all.
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