Saturday 4th January 2020, 1.35pm (day 3,054)
One of those shots where it is very tough to get every perpendicular and parallel JUST so… but I gave it a go.
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I’m content, duck
Friday 3rd January 2019, 11.45am (day 3,053)
This duck looks contented enough to me. I swear that is a smile at the corner of its bill. Mind you, one thing to not complain about in 2020 thus far is the weather, and today was another very pleasant day. I like this picture because of the very limited pallette — it’s strictly brown, maybe a bit of grey — but still interesting.
The 2019 temperature record (in scarf form)
Thursday 2nd January 2020, 1.00pm (day 3,052)
Clare, in her own way, is a chronicler just as compulsively as I am, only it comes out in different media. Like this for example. A scarf with 365 knitted rows, one for each day of 2019, and a different colour depending on what the average temperature was on each of those days. Hence the year starts with the cooler shades and generally gets orange and purple in the middle (those balmy days of July and August). And now it is being worn, and very cosy it looks too. Practical and chronological at the same time; maybe future archaeologists will find it and wonder at the significance of the banding.
New Year Robin
Wednesday 1st January 2020, 10.55am (day 3,051)
Welcome to 2020. As with 1/1/19, the weather on the first day of this new year was glorious, and may the rest be the same (it won’t happen). I can’t imagine that life as a small bird is easy in the winter but this robin (like others of its species) seems to have humanity sussed: I was digging over part of the garden when he turned up, clearly waiting for me to finish so it could get at the worms with that dagger-like beak and fill its belly before the frosts come (if they ever do).
The cellarman ponders
Monday 30th December 2019, 4.20pm (day 3,049)
Not the greatest photograph I know, but the year isn’t ending very excitingly. Nor can I raise a great deal of enthusiasm for the prospect of 2020, a year whose number bounces pleasantly off the tongue and once seemed fabulous and futuristic in the anticipation, but now promises stagnancy and a sort of darkness. I will do my best to keep documenting it (or my little part of it anyway) but there wasn’t much to see today.
Mum gets things ready
Sunday 29th December 2019, 12.35pm (day 3,048)
‘Twas the day of the annual family gathering at my parents’. Perhaps one of these days soon my Mum will allow someone else to take on the principal role at such events, but it hasn’t happened yet.
1380′ above sea level
Saturday 28th December 2019, 10.05am (day 3,047)
The little peak rising to the right has no official name but stands at 1380 feet above sea level and counts as a Wainwright, hence why I sought to climb it. If you have no idea what ‘a Wainwright’ is, see my other blog. This was the 61st out of the 63 that I turn out to have rebagged this year.
The Lune at Glasson (as oil painting)
Friday 27th December 2019, 11.15am (day 3,046)
Glasson, out on the Lune estuary a couple of miles from Lancaster, has featured three times on the blog now and each of these has been taken in the last week of December — indicating that it’s a nice place to come and hang out when seeing out Christmas at the in-laws. Melancholy though, in late December. There was so little light today I tried cranking up the ISO setting very high to try to compensate, and shots taken during this period ended up with this grainy, blurry look which I decided was not all that bad. Like this one, the reeds look like think brushstrokes of paint, and there’s something about the boat which resembles a painting more than a photograph. That’s my excuse anyway.
Casualty of mud
Thursday 26th December 2019, 2.15pm (day 3,045)
This scooter is currently lying a dozen yards offshore in the muddy wastes of the banks of the River Lune. I fear it is lost, soon to become an archaeological relic, a fossil perhaps [yes, I’m aware this cannot happen with inorganic material]. You do wonder about the story behind these things, but as with the car crash in Wales two weeks ago, perhaps it is better not to enquire too deeply.
Heptonstall Road, Christmas Day
Wednesday 25th December 2019, 1.05pm (day 3,044)
This is the blog’s ninth Christmas Day, golly. It’s nice to get out and take the air on these days if the weather allows, and, counting back, four of these 25th Decembers have been marked with shots of the outside world and not just some poultry remnants. This shot is taken pretty close to that on 25/12/12, looking west from Sandy Lane, above the Nutclough Woods and towards one of my home town’s unusual architectural sites. Happy Christmas to you all, whether you celebrated it, however you spent it.
