Sunday 15th December 2019, 1.40pm (day 3,034)
Less of a bleak theme today, and look, is that even sunshine making an appearance to top right? Time to spend some time at home, refamiliarise myself with its facilities and appeal.
Being 42
Life, one day at a time
Tag Archives: Nutclough
Stuck at home (with this view)
Monday 1st October 2018, 8.55am (day 2,594)
The second monochrome shot in a row but it was a way of bringing some added interest to this view. I worked at home all day and did not leave the house. I know it’s a pretty distinctive view, in relative terms. But it is also everyday, for us at least.
By the water race
Sunday 17th January 2016, 9.30am (day 1,606)
After the weather conditions depicted on the last couple of days, getting gradually closer to home, I guess it’s no real surprise that today saw snow on the ground in Hebden Bridge. I like this shot because it’s essentially monochrome, except for that stripe of red in the corner — a plastic barrier put up to stop people falling off the upper path and down into the water race here. Not far off this picture here, but not the same, which is why sometimes you can get away with doing multiple shots of the same place.
Nutclough, Bonfire Night
Thursday 5th November 2015, 7.05pm (day 1,533)
Remember, remember, the fifth of November. The gunpowder treason and plot. I see no reason why the gunpowder treason should ever be forgot. (Said V.)
Nutclough Woods, Boxing Day
Friday 26th December 2014, 12.50pm (day 1,219)
Not an exciting shot. Or a particularly technically adept one. In fact, I can’t claim anything much for this one other than that it was the best I managed on the day. It’s picturesque enough I suppose. Boxing Day, nothing much happened… We got a walk in the woods and some family time.
The rooves of Nutclough
Thursday 18th September 2014, 4.20pm (day 1,120)
Today was not a great deal more active, or well-lit, than yesterday, but now and again there are still new things to be found in the immediate vicinity of the house. These are the rooves of our neighbours, the road curving down the hill towards the town, viewed from our attic room.
The world’s greatest cycle race comes through Nutclough…
Sunday 6th July 2014, 1.50pm (day 1,046)
…so I think the Tour de France should be the subject of today’s picture… don’t you? I doubt any other world-class sporting event is going to come within a few feet of my front door again. Of all the ones I got today I like because of my friend Simon’s smile, and also the fact it has the yellow jersey on it — he’s just visible in the centre.
Front step view
Wednesday 29th January 2014, 5.40pm (day 888)
Day 888, so a neat day numerically, but I’m still laid low by whatever virus it is that has taken up residence in my body so my horizons have shrunk somewhat. What is this abstract? A footway sign, the flare from a street lamp, and steam from a neighbour’s heating vent illuminated by the traffic light behind.
Nutclough, New Year’s Day
Wednesday 1st January 2014, 3.55pm (day 860)
Another year, still here. But that’s a good thing.
The shortest day
Saturday 21st December 2013, 2.10pm (day 849)
Thanks to the valley wall to the south of the town, Hebden Bridge gets an earlier sunset each day than the planet’s axial tilt otherwise decrees; and today is the earliest of all.
