A rather mundane shot to mark the wife’s birthday — but she had a happy one, so I’m led to believe. It was, however, a very wet one, at least until the afternoon. This shot was taken from under the safety of an umbrella, which was much needed.
Pulled duty on the 06:31 train out of Hebden Bridge and it was still dark by the time it finally ambled into Manchester. This looming darkness will briefly be relieved this weekend when the clocks go back, but all the same, winter draws inexorably nearer each day.
Hard to caption this photo as anything much other than ‘APPLE!’. For appley (apply? Apple-y?) it most certainly is. Not that it’s sitting comfortably on this tree any more; it was definitely picked today.
While running an errand here this lunchtime I looked up and said to Max, ‘Do you mind if I take a picture of your desk? It’s very well-lit’. And so it was. So if you wanted to know what a jeweller’s workspace looks like, here you go: somehow I might have anticipated it being more delicate-looking. But I guess some pretty heavy-duty work is required at times. As well as double portions of caffeine.
First, there was the one Muscovy duck that took up residence at Hebden Bridge canal marina — this one. Then several more turned up (and had a few fights). But for a while now I have only seen one again, not the original one but this all-white one, which has made a couple of earlier blog appearances itself. The others have either died or moved on, leaving this one behind. Maybe it just likes it here. Or, maybe it is terribly lonely.
Lingcomb Edge is the north-western buttress of the fell of Red Pike, above Buttermere. As I took a shot of the broader panorama, I noticed the three walkers (I’m pretty sure there are three) way over there and zoomed in as much as I could. I like the way the viewpoint has formed the hills and moors behind into waves, curling around the contours of the land.
And no, I wasn’t at work today. If you’d seen the weather you’d understand why. I worked Sunday. Honest.
It’s always nice to eat out on a Sunday lunchtime. Wherever you may be.
Another shot of water caught by sunlight, but here the water is not being naturally produced. Half-time at the City Academy stadium in Manchester, where the under-23 team of the Richest Club in the World were to happily get their comeuppance, slipping to a 1-0 home defeat to Brighton’s under-23s. Which of course I found highly entertaining.
Yes, I would rather the box was not there. But one can’t have everything. Otherwise this rain/sun combination did catch my eye as I came home early from work — very early, but then again, it is Friday.
Dead flower masquerding as frail, semi-transparent moths? Or are the moths getting together for purposes of their own, and disguising their negotiations by masquerading as a flower? Either way, winter comes.
Being 42 