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
Life, one day at a time
Tag Archives: photography
Waiting
Thursday 13th August 2020, 11.25am (day 3,276)
In the last 145 days, this is only the third picture in Manchester. Which considering I nominally work there, shows the impact of lockdown. But today I went into campus as is normal and occupied my office and generally hung out in the places I tend to hang out when down there. The amount of re-motivation this gave me was very noticeable. Those vested interests who want to keep us locked up, who profit from it, not only don’t need to account for this kind of thing, they strive to actively ignore it. Always ask — cui bono? Who benefits?
Let hostilities commence
Wednesday 12th August 2020, 1.20pm (day 3,275)
What is the plural of daddy longlegs? Daddy longlegses? Daddies longlegs? Neither seems very satisfactory. Anyway, these two members of the genus Pholcidae were either about to square off with each other — or possibly mate. As I type this the following morning, I’m looking at the same spot in the corner of our living room, and neither of them is there now, so it was either a devastating battle or a good party.
Poetry and plant
Tuesday 11th August 2020, 1.25pm (day 3,274)
The second day in a row with an explicitly circular theme. The scene appeared during my first use of C’s treatment room as a work venue for a few weeks, in which time some changes have indiscernibly happened among the decorations and words to ponder.
Blackberries and cream
Monday 10th August 2020, 7.15pm (day 3,273)
Ahhh. Rubus plicatus, one of the countryside’s great free bounties. They have found evidence in the stomachs of prehistoric peat bog victims that we’ve been eating these beauties for thousands of years. Who am I to go against such tradition.
The tree consultant
Sunday 9th August 2020, 10.15am (day 3,272)
The plum tree seriously needs pruning, and now is apparently the time…. this information being imparted by Peggy, fellow member of the allotment society and knowledgeable in these matters. Expect some documentation of the subsequent surgery, at least, once we get our pruning saw. Yes, this would be a nicer photo without the water butt, but it is what it is.
A welcome return
Saturday 8th August 2020, 3.20pm (day 3,271)
Everything has become so messed up during the Great Fear that standing in a field on a glorious, sunny day with a couple of dozen other people is now considered less ‘safe’ than, say, driving down the M1 or operating heavy machinery. But I still welcome the return of some level of competitive sport, something this country (and others) misses more than it realises. My first football match for 147 days, or 21 weekends, and the first pre-season friendly for Oxenhope Recreation FC, the guys in orange, against Keighley Athletic. I guess it’s about a 50/50 chance whether the season to come will actually be finished, but for now, I don’t care.
Paranoia
Friday 7th August 2020, 11.00am (day 3,270)
Here is a house occupied by someone with several problems. I’ve been passing it for a couple of years without it changing much, and there is evidence to suggest it’s been developing like this for 23 years. Thing is, it has, as a result, become a tourist attraction, and this probably just adds to the occupant’s paranoia. I will forego identifying its location, although it’s not round where I live.
Study in blue, yellow and social distancing
Thursday 6th August 2020, 3.00pm (day 3,269)
Somehow the little guy on the pedestrian crossing sign just adds to the concept. We are now all islands. Or, supposed to be, by official decree.
Beer garden, the White Swan
Wednesday 5th August 2020, 4.35pm (day 3,268)
An innovative approach to keeping oneself, one’s beer and one’s smoking materials free from moisture. The weather could not decide what to do this afternoon.
