Monday 27th January 2025, 6.05pm (day 4,904)
Yep, still here. And for another 48 hours, at least. This shot pleases me, though. The third one in a row to depict a creature in some kind of repose, but that is how I feel right now.
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Web across the path
Thursday 2nd May 2024, 10.00am (day 4,634)
There is nothing St Helena-specific about this shot, but on the other hand, this isn’t the kind of thing I would expect to see stretched across my path on my walk to work in Manchester. But here it was this morning, as I headed for my appointment at the local secondary school. Big bugger too: I was kinda glad the maker wasn’t at home; what you see in the centre is just the remains of its last meal, by the looks of things.
The larder at bridge no. 17
Monday 21st August 2023, 11.10am (day 4,379)
A healthily-stocked larder, at least, if you are a spider. It’s like our plums — you keep them for later. Bridge no. 17 is the one at Black Pit Lock on the Rochdale Canal, in Hebden Bridge town centre.
Hanging web
Monday 8th August 2022, 5.25pm (day 4,001)
On we go then, with the next thousand, or four thousand, or whatever will be this blog’s allotted span. The illumination of this web, in some lost corner or other, was the most attractive option for today.
Spiderplace
Thursday 2nd June 2022, 6.00pm (day 3,934)
The second picture in a row to show another inhabitant of our living room that has more legs than Clare and I put together. Perhaps we should clean our now-unused fire grate a little more often, but now this beastie has moved in, we could let it lie for a while longer.
Cobweb city
Friday 20th September 2019, 8.30am (day 2,948)
Continuing my two-day walk, in the morning, the heath was at points a profusion of cobwebs, highlighted by dew and the morning sun: this photo captures a portion of it but cannot reflect the sheer scale of this spider-city, a fly’s vision of hell. When I returned past this point a few hours later, there was no sign of all this. Note the little brown leaf trapped to centre right, proof this is not a monochrome shot.
A veil of cobwebs
Wednesday 20th June 2018, 12.25pm (day 2,491)
This statue in St. George’s Fields wears her cobwebs before her like a veil. This park used to be a cemetery: London does give good cemetery, amongst other things (see Highgate). It’s one of my favourite little spots in London but not as tranquil as it could be at the moment thanks to building works, which proliferate, increasingly, everywhere. Maybe that’s why she wears the veil.
Spring cleaning needed?
Monday 12th March 2018, 10.45am (day 2,391)
A profoundly uneventful day, spent entirely at home, working, with grey light. Time to poke around in the dusty corners of the house to get a usable photo — and to be thinking that maybe it was time they were made a little less dusty.
Hammock/web
Sunday 9th July 2017, 1.25pm (day 2,145)
Continuing to clear the allotment, I find this cobweb behind the most concealed of our collection of water butts. I like its dappling by sunlight and the way that tiny flower has fallen onto and nestled into it, pushing down delicately, like it’s a meniscus or the most fragile of hammocks one can imagine.
Old locomotive cab, Oxenhope station
Wednesday 16th April 2014, 12.30pm (day 965)
Just an abstract, really. I like the cobweb hanging from the coal chute in this old cab. I don’t think the loco has been abandoned, it just hasn’t been used for a while.
Being 42 