Thursday 26th July 2018, 4.55pm (day 2,527)
This dog’s actual name is Finn, but with eyes like that the nickname David Bow-wow just seems right to me. He’s one of the more affectionate creatures you will meet.
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Under the arches, St. Peter’s Square
Wednesday 25th July 2018, 7.30am (day 2,526)
For the second time in a fortnight, the photo of the day that I find most pleasing visually happens to include a guy sleeping on the pavement. As the numbers of pictures accumulate on this blog, each being a snapshot (literally) of a moment in a day, statistically it comes to reflect the patterns of my life, where I am the most, the times of day I do things, the things I see around me. And there are more men and women sleeping on the streets of Manchester around me than ever before. It’s a fact.
The ducks get a shower
Tuesday 24th July 2018, 1.35pm (day 2,525)
Rain…. briefly anyway. Enough to soak me on the way back from town as well as give these ducks a dousing on the river.
Joe, in the eponymous art gallery
Monday 23rd July 2018, 2.20pm (day 2,524)
First weekday of the school summer holidays, and Joe Whitworth expresses his opinion at spending this in the Whitworth Art Gallery. Well, it’s five minutes from the place where I’ve worked for thirteen years and I’ve never been, which seeing as it shares my name is pretty shameful. There were work reasons to visit too. But was it exciting? Not really. So I kind of share his yawn.
Watching ‘The Blues Brothers’
Sunday 22nd July 2018, 7.55pm (day 2,523)
Although this is similar to a photo I did last weekend let’s include it anyway, as it does depict the most fun part of the day, and I also wanted something today that encapsulated something about my home town — seeing as this is the 1,000th Hebden Bridge photo to appear on here in the near seven years I’ve been going. The town maintains a fairly constant rate of appearing on about 40% of the days.
If you do like The Blues Brothers by the way, do seek it out on the big screen: the sound is just so much better and so the music (which is the point of the movie after all) comes alive. Highly recommended.
Ullswater
Saturday 21st July 2018, 10.45am (day 2,522)
While the very warm and sunny weather seems to have come to an end, it was still a fine day for messing around in the Lake District.
I assume, incidentally, that one of the two boats is at least thinking of heading to the island to retrieve the people seen thereon. If not, it was quite a swim to the shore from there.
Tour de France (on TV)
Friday 20th July 2018, 4.45pm (day 2,521)
The Tour de France belied its name and came through Hebden Bridge (and past my front door) in 2014 if you recall, but here it gets seen in less direct and energetic form. The week comes to an end in the pub, instead. Well, this is what normally happens.
Robin on post
Thursday 19th July 2018, 7.55pm (day 2,520)
I had another picture all lined up today, one of the continued construction Apocalypse in Manchester. But then in the allotment this evening this robin fluttered over, posed itself attractively and virtually demanded that I did its close-ups and become the second robin in a fortnight to feature on here. He’s certainly a plumper specimen than the ragged one in Morecambe. But how frustrated it might be if it could see the results. That crucial feather out of place…. like the open fly on the wedding photo? Well, maybe not quite so dramatic.
On Cross Street
Wednesday 18th July 2018, 9.20am (day 2,519)
This is easily the most interesting photo I took today both in terms of its appearance and any semblance of social commentary. On the other hand it opens me up, not for the first time on this blog, to the accusation of voyeurism. But I suppose all photographs, at least, of people, have an element of this: the question is whether the spied-upon assents to or is even aware of the spying. In this case he is not. Yet in a small way does something come from it? I claim this blog is not political, but that’s not always the case. I get angry that a society with pretensions to high civilisation can’t at least find beds each night for a certain number of its people. This man shouldn’t need to spend the night on a pavement in the centre of Manchester. Maybe by showing it I keep it, even in a very tiny way, as an issue for public debate. But perhaps that’s all just rationalisation after the fact.
Duck portrait
Tuesday 17th July 2018, 5.05pm (day 2,518)
Little is happening in my life at the moment nor will do so for a few weeks yet, so in the absence of much other inspiration it’s helpful when one of the marina’s Muscovy ducks exhibits its natural tendencies to pose for the camera. It’s that innately smiley face that does it. They seem quite happy creatures in their little colony.
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