Sunday 8th December 2013, 11.40am (day 836)
Offered up purely for the cute vote….
This Muscovy duck now lives permanently by the canal in the centre of town, opposite the Railway pub. (The wood beneath it on this photo is the gate of the dry dock.) It has been here for nearly two years now, and this is its third appearance on the blog, making it the first animal to definitively appear on here three times (as many times as my mother-in-law, I note…). According to Avian Web, the species is native to South America but is spreading through North America. It is certainly not native to the UK, or even Europe. Either it got blown a long way from home or — more likely — it is an escaped pet. It seems to have found for itself an amenable spot to retire to, either way.
Wind is the hardest form of weather to capture on camera: this is my best effort at encapsulating what was, really, a very windy day, at least between dawn and about 2pm. The bins couldn’t hack it, they’re all down for the duration.
Neither of the last two days’ photos have much claim to be in focus, so I hope this one is better. The Mill extension continues to rise, and at some point, hey, we might even get the turf roof they’ve promised. Or perhaps they’ve forgotten. I mean, it’s so in character as it stands at the moment.
Don’t expect a great deal of excitement on this blog for a while. This will remain one of the most home-bound periods to be documented on here, for some weeks to come yet. And on days when I am just working at home, with flat, dull light outside, it’s time to start trying things with colour and form.
Cross Street, Manchester. Some of us are on our way to work, past the guys opening up the Christmas market. I’ve talked myself into liking this shot even though it’s out of focus. It was how I felt this morning.
A night out tonight, seeing a show, but we were not permitted to take pictures of that (more’s the pity); a picture of Clare in her evening finery was also a possibility but here’s something different. These are two spotlights placed each side of an old mill race beside the converted mill at which our event was happening. What you see here is one taken from the back, in its protective cage.
It’s St. Andrew’s Day, but this is St. George’s bridge over the Hebden Water, built by the Victorians. The ‘mist’ is in fact dust, caused by someone attacking what seemed like most of a monument with an angle grinder, but I wasn’t complaining.
It is actually easy to get this shot, if one is up before dawn and walking along Commercial Street in HB. However, it is chosen today to epitomise the fact that I do still have early mornings now and again. The sabbatical largely cured me of this affliction, but not entirely. This is the earliest shot since Abu Dhabi airport on 27th May, and the sixth-earliest ever on the blog.