Beautiful morning today but a bloody cold one, with a sharp frost, clearly visible here. Well, that’s winter on the way then.
Slight reservations about posting this if only because there’ve been a lot of Hebden Bridge pictures this last few days. Off to Russia on Sunday however, to give this blog renewed international flavour.
Manchester is technically where I work but I’m there, on average, about 40% of the working week. I don’t dislike it but I don’t have any particular identification with it either: it’s not a beautiful city like, say, Edinburgh or Amsterdam. But it has its moments. And it did give the world Joy Division.
[NB: I almost put a different picture up here, of very strange evening light as a shower came over Hebden Bridge, but that would have made it two HB sky pictures in a row. I did like the shot, however, so I’ve put it on my Flickr site.]
So far there are no other people in these photos. To me places are more interesting when they are quiet. I like being first one in the gym in the morning, but don’t think I do it because I am particularly keen: more the case is that if I don’t do it first thing, I don’t do it. And I need to do it.
Being 42 