Wednesday 31st October 2012, 7.15pm (day 433)
I don’t really do Hallowe’en myself, but others do, and it’s a good photo opportunity at least. Like, for this tender mother-and-son shot. Aren’t they cute.
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Clare’s eye
Saturday 20th October 2012, 2.45pm (day 422)
Been a while since the wife featured: 21st August in fact. One thing about her is that she does have this cracking pair of eyes on her, thanks to the green-and-orange colouring. See for yourself.
Incidentally I got another picture today of her eye in which I, the photographer, was clearly reflected in her contact lens – clever, but it didn’t make her iris look as good as this one. So I’ll choose this one. She’ll thank me for it… I hope. (And yes, I know I did this theme once before with Joe, but again, it was worth revisiting.)
21st century mermaid, Ravenglass
Tuesday 21st August 2012, 2.05pm (day 362)
21st century mermaids don’t sit on giant seashells but on plastic drums that may or may not have held toxic waste, and they wear jeans and black tops instead of diaphonous robes. But they still look like they have only one big leg and sit trying to seduce the sailors on the local fishing boats.
Clare in red glove
Monday 28th May 2012, 10.35am (day 277)
Grrrr. No comment necessary.
Clare in costume
Monday 14th May 2012, 4.25pm (day 263)
After five days swanning around Denmark, I had to put in a full day’s work today. Fortunately I could do it at home. Even more fortunately (particularly for photoblogging purposes) there were distractions.
Clare in the bathroom
Sunday 6th May 2012, 1.50pm (day 255)
The world outside struggles slowly into something that resembles spring. Meanwhile, in our house, an ordinary kind of Sunday; Clare in red corsetry reading a book in the bathroom, and wondering whether the blue ball in the bath is going to spring into life, like Rover in The Prisoner.
St George’s Square, late at night
Thursday 3rd May 2012, 10.55pm (day 252)
This is the main square in the centre of Hebden Bridge. You have seen it before (like on March 18th and March 6th, for example), but not this late at night. Then again you’ve seen very little of things this late at night, because I am not much of a dirty stop-out. Tonight was an exception: we went to the cinema.
Clare
Friday 27th April 2012, 9.05pm (day 246)
Sorry if you don’t like this, but after 8 months of doing this blog I should properly acknowledge that I have a very sexy wife.
The new laptop
Tuesday 13th March 2012, 3.40pm (day 201)
Clare has been semi-bereaved lately by the slow death of her little netbook. It’s visible in the background, neglected and dying, because its shiny new replacement arrived today, and everyone at home was much happier. Kind of like when the puppy comes back from the vet’s.
As 200 days have now passed on this blog I have updated the Best of the Rest page with some more photos that didn’t quite make the ‘one a day’ cut.
Clare at the Centre of Britain
Tuesday 27th December 2011, 2.55pm (day 124)
Drove home today via the scenic route, and took some landscape shots I’m quite pleased with (two others have already made it onto my other photography sites – see the links at the very bottom of the home page).
However, this picture is more fun. Said scenic route from Morecambe to Hebden Bridge takes us through the remote (well, remote for England) Forest of Bowland and through the little village of Dunsop Bridge. According to the nice people at the Ordnance Survey, Dunsop Bridge’s telephone box is the exact geographical centre of Great Britain. So here we are at the centre of the country.
No one seems exactly sure how this is measured, however. Is it just the island of Great Britain? Or do you count all the satellites, like the Shetlands? Or is it the UK, which should therefore include Northern Ireland?
Let’s not worry about it. Few people seem to, anyway. The box is in a bit of a neglected state to tell the truth, I don’t think BT are really that bothered about it. I doubt anyone actually makes calls from here.
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