Wednesday 3rd November 2021, 12 noon (day 3,723)
Hebden Bridge in autumn plumage. A nice place to be. Cold at the moment, though, but the trees look good.
The mast, in autumn
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Gate, Halifax Minster
Sunday 31st October 2021, 4.10pm (day 3,720)
Halifax Minster is a great, soot-coated monolith of a church, and its gate provides a suitably Gothic (and autumnal) vista for this year’s Halloween shot, with Clare playing the part of the spectral apparition. Maybe. Anyway, with this shot, the town of Halifax hauls itself up to 9th place in the ‘all-time list’ (see the stats), with its 34th appearance on this blog.
A splash of autumn
Thursday 21st October 2021, 1.05pm (day 3,710)
Can’t say I had the greatest day at work today but at least it was sunny outside. A walk in the woods helped, a little. I guess because these trees are more sheltered than most, they’ve barely begun to turn yet — just the merest splash of autumn has hit them, thus far.
Taking the air, again
Wednesday 25th November 2020, 11.10am (day 3,380)
No, I won’t do it. I won’t stay cowering at home, plugged into the Matrix and denied the world outside. My physical and mental health — the things we’re supposed to care about, right? — these are too important. And most of the woods and parks that I am frequenting are pretty busy with other people, suggesting that these souls, at least, have taken the same decision. It is not for the gaggle of failed journalists and lobbyists for the tobacco industry who got themselves elected about a year ago to tell us what is healthy and what is not.
On the bridge
Monday 9th November 2020, 4.15pm (day 3,364)
The family that texts together, survives house arrest together. One of the few signs of human life in Hebden Bridge this afternoon.
In the woods
Saturday 7th November 2020, 1.50pm (day 3,362)
Who doesn’t love the colours in autumn, a last hurrah before the greyness of winter. I like the remaining green on this shot and the sinuous branch, with its two duck-heads.
Not pictured on this shot: vast numbers of people. The woods of Hardcastle Crags were heaving today. Because, if you take away other normal weekend entertainments, people will do what they must in order to stay physically and mentally healthy, which is to get out of the house to wherever is available. Thus, congregating closer together than they would otherwise have done, and defeating the object of this latest stupid, mindless, arbitrary attempt at social control.
Halls of (permanent) residence
Tuesday 3rd November 2020, 12.05pm (day 3,358)
The fact that I am still going to campus, and intend to go two or three days a week through November, suggests that ‘lockdown’ as a concept is an even bigger con this time round than it was in March. The students in this hall have paid great sums of money and — in many cases — travelled thousands of miles to be in Manchester, but we can’t even see them from across a twenty-foot room. What do we do about it? I dunno, disobey somehow. At least the leaves are still just about hanging on.
Clare in the Entwood
Sunday 1st November 2020, 2.10pm (day 3,356)
Nothing about the politics today, no grouching, I promise. Let us just celebrate the peak of autumn. I have pictured this wood before (by now, I’ve pictured most places near my house before), and have always called it the Entwood because here more than anywhere else round here the trees feel like they have feet, that their residence in the ground is temporary.
Sunny spot and red cyclist
Tuesday 13th October 2020, 8.20am (day 3,337)
One of those days which was absolutely gorgeous until I arrived at work, and then after I left, it was dreadful, grey and raining. So let’s document the morning; featuring the second red-clad cyclist in three days. I like this spot on my walk to work, huddled beneath the Mancunian Way but very pleasant, particularly on an autumn morning.
Autumn comes to campus
Tuesday 29th September 2020, 2.40pm (day 3,323)
It’s the end of September. The golden foliage is a sign autumn is here. With it come the students — but this year, instead of being out meeting new people and enjoying themselves, largely they are walled up in high-tech prisons like the George Kenyon hall behind. Still charged £9K (plus rent) for the privilege. And the UoM is one of the better ones, presently.
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