Sunday 15th February 2015, 5.15pm (day 1,270)
He’ll probably shoot me for making this Photo of the Day but then again he did invite me to take it. Mr. Steve Grey enjoys his Sunday afternoon in the pub, as indeed we all did.
Being 42
Life, one day at a time
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Clare and her Lego lady
Friday 30th January 2015, 4.50pm (day 1,254)
Whether inspired by me or not, Clare now has a photo blog of her own where she intends to post a photo of a Lego figure every day for a year. Our paths were bound to coincide at some point. Took 30 days.
Bex and friends, Friday night
Friday 23rd January 2015, 6.05pm (day 1,247)
It’s Friday night, and more than welcome. Bex (Rebecca) is the one in the centre by the way. Have a good weekend.
Navvy
Tuesday 13th January 2015, 4.20pm (day 1,237)
Egad, it’s cold and wintry at the moment — at least by British standards — but it won’t go the whole hog and snow, which would at least give something outside to photograph other than this chilly gloom. The ‘fire room’ at the Railway is one of the warmest places I know which is why many of us congregate there after doing whatever it is we’ve done in the day. Like Navvy here, a regular visitor.
iPad boy
Sunday 7th December 2014, 5.10pm (day 1,200)
The 21st century child passes his time… Sunday afternoon in the pub. Joe on iPad duty.
Lee on his Friday evening out
Friday 14th November 2014, 5.10pm (day 1,177)
Shelley looks after the fire
Friday 7th November 2014, 4.20pm (day 1,170)
Steve’s birthday party
Thursday 6th November 2014, 8.40pm (day 1,169)
The front room at the pub
Sunday 21st September 2014, 4.20pm (day 1,123)
Fifth day in a row in which I have gone no further from my house than a quarter-mile away. Third day in five in which the picture of the day has been a pub. Such has been my life since Wednesday morning. It’ll change tomorrow. At least the sun came out today, and we had something other than all the recent gray crap.
Self-portrait in beer pump
Wednesday 17th September 2014, 9.05pm (day 1,119)
Tough assignment today. Working at home on a flat, grey day. So little to inspire that I was reduced to this attempt at an original self-portrait, which is OK I guess.
Being 42 