Sunday 7th December 2014, 5.10pm (day 1,200)
The 21st century child passes his time… Sunday afternoon in the pub. Joe on iPad duty.
Being 42
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Canal, November evening
Friday 21st November 2014, 4.45pm (day 1,184)
Didn’t even take a photo today until after the sun went down, which at this time of year is pretty early, and it’s going to get earlier yet. The evening was a very damp one, and hopefully this shot of the canal towpath reflects that (pun not intended).
Above Haweswater (grass and dead bracken)
Thursday 13th November 2014, 12.50pm (day 1,176)
Cobbles, Hebden Bridge
Saturday 25th October 2014, 11.25am (day 1,157)
Second, and last, day of a two-day gap between coming back from one trip and heading off on another. It must be significant that both the photos in the gap have been of the ground of my home town.
The front room at the pub
Sunday 21st September 2014, 4.20pm (day 1,123)
Fifth day in a row in which I have gone no further from my house than a quarter-mile away. Third day in five in which the picture of the day has been a pub. Such has been my life since Wednesday morning. It’ll change tomorrow. At least the sun came out today, and we had something other than all the recent gray crap.
Watching ‘Pulp Fiction’
Sunday 14th September 2014, 8.10pm (day 1,116)
Hebden Bridge’s best community asset is its superb cinema, particularly as it is still council- rather than corporate-owned. I particularly think this when it spends the evening showing a 20-year old film just because it’s a great movie and deserves — as do all movies — to be seen on a big screen, as the director intended. And the bit when Marvin’s head gets blown off is still one of the funniest and most bad-taste deaths in cinema history.
OK, this shot’s a bit fuzzy, but hey, you try getting something under these conditions…. Actually I quite like this one.
Bubble wrap
Sunday 9th March 2014, 1.45pm (day 927)
We are still getting through the packing for Joe’s birthday presents. Is it possible to resist the lure of bubble wrap?
Spotlights, Bowers Mill, Barkisland
Sunday 1st December 2013, 9.50pm (day 829)
A night out tonight, seeing a show, but we were not permitted to take pictures of that (more’s the pity); a picture of Clare in her evening finery was also a possibility but here’s something different. These are two spotlights placed each side of an old mill race beside the converted mill at which our event was happening. What you see here is one taken from the back, in its protective cage.
Solving Sudoku
Sunday 24th November 2013, 3.55pm (day 822)
Never seen the point of this particular puzzle myself — but Clare likes it and it’s good brain-exercise for the Boy. Sunday afternoon in the pub: a relaxing weekend comes to a close.
Ian, in the pub
Tuesday 5th November 2013, 7.45pm (day 803)
As pictured in The Railway. I didn’t ask to take this picture, it’s candid, but you know, sometimes you just gotta use them anyway. Also while I’m 95% certain this guy is called Ian, I can’t be completely sure, so I hope I’ve got it right…
Being 42 