Friday 14th August 2020, 3.20pm (day 3,277)
Friday market, Hebden Bridge. Things for sale: boots, bags, boxes…. and this dog perhaps? Or maybe it was just selling off a few of its spare possessions. There was no human in sight.
Being 42
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Dog portrait
Sunday 12th July 2020, 3.05pm (day 3,244)
Now the pubs have reopened, dogs are once again obliged to spend their Sundays wondering why their owners are not letting them just clamber over everyone else in the beer garden. This one has given up on it all, and decided just to keep a close eye on the piece of litter: before it dozed off, anyway.
Marley
Sunday 12th January 2020, 5.20pm (day 3,062)
Marley is the latest candidate for ‘honorary pub dog’ at the Railway, and here takes a brief rest while eyeing up the humans, making his strategic decisions as to which might be amenable to the offering of treats and affection.
Reggie and Annie (true love)
Wednesday 6th November 2019, 5.45pm (day 2,995)
Reggie and Annie are as true a couple as I have ever met. Somewhat out of focus though it is, I like this photo because it demonstrates that fact.
On platform 2, Hebden Bridge station
Saturday 24th August 2019, 1.15pm (day 2,921)
No commentary to make, really — just a well-lit scene that I liked, as we all went our respective ways on this Saturday afternoon. I will note that today was the penultimate day of my 40s however…
David Bow-wow
Thursday 26th July 2018, 4.55pm (day 2,527)
This dog’s actual name is Finn, but with eyes like that the nickname David Bow-wow just seems right to me. He’s one of the more affectionate creatures you will meet.
An inanimate object with a secret inner life
Tuesday 27th March 2018, 12.10pm (day 2,406)
It’s student video-making season: Sissi (bottom left) becomes the latest to come to my office and point a camera at me for sundry purposes. While she reviewed her footage, I became intrigued by her tripod. This is an inanimate object with a secret inner life if ever there was one. People go to certain clubs dressed like this.
On a Sunday afternoon walk
Sunday 28th January 2018, 3.45pm (day 2,348)
“Come on a walk, they said. Lots of balls and squirrels to chase, they said. Hmmph. This don’t match my idea of fun. There aren’t even any crisps to eat.”
Left behind?
Friday 5th January 2018, 4.15pm (day 2,325)
As the St. George’s Square market packs up for the night, you can’t help wondering if one of the stall holders has forgotten something.
Waiting
Saturday 18th November 2017, 12.25pm (day 2,277)
In 2017, particularly since early June, I have been quite mobile, with lots of photos taken elsewhere. Where there have been bouts of time spent mainly at home they haven’t lasted long. But for the rest of the year, at least, this will change; if I do go elsewhere it’ll be for a walk or a football match, and that’ll be all. We are on Hebden time for a while. I hope I seem happier about this than this dog did today.
Being 42 