Wednesday 28th August 2024, 5.25pm (day 4,752)
As good a reflection of an afternoon in the Railway as any other shot I can think of. Happy Wednesdays. I should have been somewhere else, but that’s a different story.
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Tag Archives: glasses
Awaiting the seminar
Wednesday 26th June 2024, 3.00pm (day 4,689)
Hauled myself over to campus, which has been a rare occurrence during this bout of study leave and, in some ways, today reminded me of why. But I guess it was not a complete waste of time. This shot of the preliminaries was perhaps the most interesting thing about the seminar I attended from 3pm, however. Things seem to be floating, and I like the blue.
Mwah!
Monday 12th February 2024, 9.25am (day 4,554)
One could say this is an ‘early’ sign of Valentine’s Day but of course that particular commercial outbreak has already been with us for weeks. Nevertheless: a big kiss to you all, courtesy of my optician, hence the spectacles lined up above.
Getting the eyes checked out
Monday 13th March 2023, 9.05am (day 4,218)
Vision is important to me, and, I assume, to everyone: get your eyes checked when you can…
In the Turls Green pub, Bradford
Saturday 3rd December 2022, 1.40pm (day 4,118)
One of those where the guy’s profile caught my eye, and the rest of the shot was whatever came into view as I caputred it.
In the bar, Brighouse Town
Saturday 19th November 2022, 2.55pm (day 4,104)
While I did get an interesting photo of Clare today it was definitely a posed shot, and I try not to have such pictures on here. Call me a pedant but it’s always been the case (and stated on the About this Blog page) — so let’s stick with it. Instead, another picture from inside a pub, or more precisely, the bar at Brighouse Town FC. We drowned our sorrows in advance, as by half time the team were 4-1 down and it didn’t get any better after that.
Gold glasses (in the pub)
Tuesday 13th April 2021, 3.45pm (day 3,519)
Although I quite like the image of this guy’s golden sunglasses, the significance is more carried by what is visible behind his head; that table sits, as did we, in the beer garden of the White Swan in Hebden Bridge. Yes folks, the pubs are open again — if you want to wrap up and go al fresco, anyway. Hurrah for that at least.
In the opticians
Saturday 18th July 2020, 8.55am (day 3,250)
I desperately need a new pair of glasses. This is because my current pair are six years old and apparently in that time my eyes have improved. If this sounds paradoxical, clearly you are not over forty years old. Maybe I’ll take the pink pair.
A good book
Wednesday 15th July 2020, 7.05pm (day 3,247)
Started my time off with as low key a day as could be managed, even by recent standards. Felt like picking up a good book, which this is, very much so: even if not a very long one. If you’ve never read this, you really should. Pictured also in the foreground, the reading glasses that I now need to make sense of it.
Planning activities
Sunday 17th May 2020, 5.40pm (day 3,188)
I know I am not the only one to whom this has happened, but I have lost all the little things, outside my immediate home, that gave my life pleasure. Except one — and that one thing is walking, experiencing the countryside. I spent the day reading, planning, looking forward. That’s a large part of the fun, in fact.
And yes, I need the reading glasses to do it. So they can take their rightful place on the stage.
Being 42 