Monday 14th September 2020, 10.15am (day 3,308)
“You can’t see me. You only think you see me. Look, I’m camouflaged, and then there’s this strategically placed twig.”
Being 42
Life, one day at a time
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Joe portrait
Sunday 13th September 2020, 1.50pm (day 3,307)
Joe was eight and a half years old the first time he appeared on this blog, on its tenth day in early September 2011. Nine years have passed, and his frequency of appearance is diminishing. I guess that as time goes by this will continue, as he constructs his own life. For now it is still pleasing that he likes to hang out with the crumblies now and again, and today was a beautiful Sunday afternoon.
Not the tea hut
Saturday 12th September 2020, 2.55pm (day 3,306)
I like straightforward signage like this: though as should also be apparent, in this case, it was giving false information. The football ground, with its backdrop of very heavy industry, is that of Runcorn Town.
After a day working at home
Friday 11th September 2020, 4.00pm (day 3,305)
Not my sticker. But I’m in agreement. I used to think my employer could be counted among the good guys, but recently they have used Covid as an excuse to strip us of a quarter of our team — and then told us, oh look, you will have more students in the coming year than ever. If I seem disinterested in my ‘career’ these days, there are reasons for that.
Mr. Hamilton, at home
Thursday 10th September 2020, 8.35am (day 3,304)
I don’t (always) live the high life in the hotels of London, you know… In fact this time I stayed via the good graces of my friend Eric, and here he is seeing me off as I head home once more. Him, and his roses. I was home by lunchtime.
This is the 98th London shot to feature on the blog, so next time I visit it should hit the century mark.
Hedge tunnel
Wednesday 9th September 2020, 11.10am (day 3,303)
What would have been the best photograph of my day was never actually taken. At one point on my walk through the hills of the Medway valley, I came round a corner and a grass snake and I startled each other — the first snake I have ever seen live in the wild, even including other countries. But my camera was in its bag and it was far too keen to leave my vicinity for me to be able to bag it. Never mind. Instead, I present this mildly sinister hedge tunnel: I can quite imagine some goblins coming along to surprise me in the other direction.
Thames sunset
Tuesday 8th September 2020, 7.00pm (day 3,302)
On an evening where the British government spasms idiotically again in a desperate effort to prove its own relevance, it was nice to be out in beautiful sunshine and to get a sense of just why people are prepared to pay large amounts of money to live in Docklands. Stay free, everyone.
Keep out
Monday 7th September 2020, 10.35am (day 3,301)
I did get into my workplace today, but this is a juxtaposition that seems to sum up several things about the experience.
Hebden hillside
Sunday 6th September 2020, 2.05pm (day 3,300)
Hebden Bridge does have its verticals, and we don’t normally see the sight depicted here as our house lies a (scale) inch or so off to the left of this shot. This was taken from the other side of the valley, on the Heptonstall road.
The coot improvises
Saturday 5th September 2020, 11.35am (day 3,299)
The Leeds and Liverpool canal takes a very roundabout route to link its titular cities. Here it is going through Burnley, a stretch which is a nice bit of greenery in the middle of that what is, otherwise, a workaday town. But it also feels very neglected, becoming swamped in places by algae (a sign that there are too many nitrates in the water) and litter (a sign that some people shouldn’t be let out of doors). This coot takes advantage of examples of both.
Being 42 