Tag Archives: monochrome

King City, Ontario

Friday 15th October 2021, 6.05pm (day 3,704)

A trip out of the city. The suburb of King City is not as hick as this picture may make it appear, but I like this shot because it makes it seem like one of those tiny North American places with ridiculously grandiose names. You can almost see the weatherbeaten sign at the city limits: “KING CITY, ONTARIO (population: 47)”.

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Late lunch

Monday 4th October 2021, 2.50pm (day 3,693)

White Swan, 4/10/21

Do I spend too much time in bars and caf├ęs? Maybe it’s whatever Mediterranean genes I have in me. I was working, honest. This is a photowhack — the only picture I took today.

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The City of London

Friday 24th September 2021, 5.15pm (day 3,683)

City of London, 24/9/21

Down (or is it up) to London, just for the day. My hotel room had a fine view of the city, and I took several photos of it as the sun went down. This one was fairly early in the sequence but going monochrome seemed to please Clare, who chose this one as her favourite.

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View from Rochdale station

Wednesday 8th September 2021, 11.30am (day 3,667)

View from Rochdale station, 8/9/21

An abstract, really; going monochrome also disguises a main feature of the shot, the impressively blue skies, reflecting another day of pleasantly Mediterranean weather. But this one is about the shapes and the textures.

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End of the week

Friday 3rd September 2021, 5.15pm (day 3,662)

Stacking chairs, 3/9/21

It’s not been the most dynamic week, though work was done. Time to pack up and look forward to the weekend.

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52nd birthday selfie (with shaving cut)

Thursday 26th August 2021, 10.30am (day 3,654)

Selfie with shaving cut, 26/8/21

Here’s how I begin this 11th year of blogging, my 53rd of life. In monochrome and with a shaving cut. It’s been a good birthday.

This is the eleventh time that 26th August has cycled round on this blog. Including today, the last four, photographically anyway, have been spent in Hebden Bridge, with 26/8/17 (in Urbana, Illinois) the last time I spent my birthday away from home. This is also the 50th self-portrait of some kind or another to feature on here.

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The remains of lunch

Friday 20th August 2021, 12.40pm (day 3,648)

Friends of Ham, 20/8/21

More food, and more alcohol — note the presence of a bottle of Rochefort 10-year-old, already declared on here as the world’s finest beer. But then, I am on holiday, and food and alcohol is at least part of what being on holiday is all about. Taken in the aptly named ‘Friends of Ham’ bar/restaurant in Leeds, at the start of a trip down South.

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Keeper of the Crannog

Sunday 15th August 2021, 2.10pm (day 3,643)

Crannog keeper, 15/8/21

A day spent between walks. Did another dose of museum instead, specifically the ‘Scottish Crannog Centre‘ on Loch Tay. A crannog, it seems, is an Iron Age dwelling built on an artificial island in the loch; there are reckoned to be many of these throughout Scotland and Ireland. This centre had a reproduction of one, until it burnt down last year — the impressive thing is that the place was still interesting and good value without it. That had a huge amount to do with the staff, including this guy, clearly the boss, but his minions earned their wages too.

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Hebden evening (black and white)

Tuesday 13th July 2021, 6.55pm (day 3,610)

HB evening in monochrome, 13/7/21

An uneventful day to bring to an end a relatively Hebden Bridge-bound period of the blog, but there are trips away planned for much of the rest of July. Why the monochrome? As so often — because it covers up red blotches caused by lens flare.

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Optimistic stage

Thursday 17th June 2021, 8.15am (day 3,584)

MIF stage, 17/6/21

Since the start of the Great Fear it’s been the cities, like Manchester, which have felt the most alien and empty. Shoppers have come back, but not yet tourists nor office workers. Whether or not those latter groups will return, and how, is still an open question. But this stage, being built for the Manchester International Festival is, to me, a sign of optimism — yet there are still so many lockdown-loving lunatics out there (most obviously in the Labour Party) that we may never be sure of anything again. Covid ain’t going away, anyone. We will be catching it, ‘testing positive’ for it, for the rest of our lives. Get used to it.

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