Sunday 26th December 2021, 2.00pm (day 3,776)
I’m not trying to be overtly metaphorical here. But this shot certainly sums up today’s weather. Enough snow to feel, not enough to make a difference, all under steel-grey skies.
Field of gloom
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Guerrilla Christmas tree
Saturday 25th December 2021, 12.55pm (day 3,775)
Out on the path through the woods above the Hebden Water, someone has been dressing the trees, guerrilla-style. Happy Christmas to them, and, indeed, to you. I hope you enjoyed the day in whatever way you saw most fit. But that is, of course, true of every day.
Cheese shop, Christmas Eve
Friday 24th December 2021, 10.40am (day 3,774)
You still can’t buy socks or men’s underwear in any of Hebden Bridge’s multiple retail establishments, but we do now have a cheese shop. Time for some Wensleydale, I feel. The kid has made his choice too, by the looks of things.
Blue Bird enjoys his freedom
Thursday 23rd December 2021, 1.45pm (day 3,773)
It’s Christmas — well, nearly. Whatever one’s stance on the battle to keep us locked up, and thus, in the thrall of newly-powerful financial interests that are exactly the ones pushing for further incarcerations (I wonder why), Blue Bird is still feeling happy about this time of year.
Joe is back
Wednesday 22nd December 2021, 3.25pm (day 3,772)
Including this shot Joe has appeared on 142 days of this blog, an average of about once every 26.5 days, and the most depicted person on here. But this is his first shot since 9th September, a date located just before he went off to university. However, here he is back from said posting. Different? Perhaps, a little.
Factory at night
Tuesday 21st December 2021, 10.10pm (day 3,771)
It’s the longest night of the year. On my walk to Low Moor station in Bradford tonight, I passed through this industrial zone in which all the factories were still lit, burbling away internally, though no people were in sight. The robots may well now be in full charge. It would explain a lot about current political trends.
New tattoos
Monday 20th December 2021, 10.15am (day 3,770)
Friend George has a substantial amount of body art and is collecting more all the time — for now. Come next year, more health fascism will see the banning of most coloured tattoo inks (see this story); restrictions on our lives based on dubious health evidence, who’d have thought such a thing could happen. She’s getting them done while she can; the new ones are being dabbed clean a couple of days after being laid down.
King Cross cemetery
Sunday 19th December 2021, 10.40am (day 3,769)
Two days in a row for Halifax, and two in a row clamped under an oppressive blanket of mist. In some parts of the town this morning visibility was down to ten yards. In the background of this shot, like some massive memorial, rises Wainhouse Tower, making its second appearance in less than two months and its third overall. (World’s tallest folly, etc. etc.)
Brendan the busker
Saturday 18th December 2021, 2.50pm (day 3,768)
The cobbled streets and misty feel give this shot a Victorian look — except perhaps for the Rolex and No Entry signs. But we can ignore them. Would the Victorians have engaged in this much paranoia? Who knows. But Brendan — see his guitar case — doesn’t seem to care, and I’m all for that.
Misty morning
Friday 17th December 2021, 10.35am (day 3,767)
Friday, and the last day of work before Christmas. Spent at home, but it’s all done now, and the views were good in the morning.
Being 42 