Number n+1 in this series, ‘Blokes on Rooves’, and indeed, n+1 in the series ‘Blokes on this particular roof’, only for once I can’t find the older picture to put in a link to it, so you’re just going to have to take my word for it. I like the lines on this picture, the general pattern.
Not a bad morning for it, though there was rain later. This is never going to be a position you ever see me in, by the way.
I committed to spending the whole day in, working at home, and it turned out to be the nicest weather in some time. Ah well. This guy, at least, got to do some work outside today, up on the roof of the Nutclough Mill.
Yesterday, did I mention signs of spring? Here’s another one. The sun officially clocked returning to the front of the house, after four months of being hidden behind the hill every morning. I depicted this, with a different shot, back in February 2014, (Feb 21st in that case), but it’s a notable day every year.
March. That’s spring, right? Isn’t it? Not here, not this year, not a bit of it.
Are there bees up on the museum roof (as viewed this morning from my meeting in the adjacent Arthur Lewis Building)? Or have the tropical frogs escaped? What is the builder carrying in the orange swag bag? Inquiring minds want to know.
There is a month — this being April, 30 days — to go until I hit the 1,000-day mark on this blog, on 21st May. I have been mulling over whether or not to keep it going after then. The difficult days are not the ones where I travel and have plenty of source material but ones like today, when I’m inside, working, throughout and the light isn’t great. (Yes, I went back to work today after 10 days’ break.) Sometimes I feel like I am running out of ideas, at least to keep coming up with a new post every day. But I do promise to try to get to the 1,000 and that gives me time to consider my options.
Compelling myself to post each day at least forces me to try to see the world from an artistic perspective and within my technical abilities, capture something interesting about it, even if I am stuck at home. Like this evening’s shot, where the setting sun reflected off the residue of an earlier rain shower and produced this rocky, arid landscape on the slates of our roof.
We are at the low time of the year: no light, and I’m largely working at home, recovering as best I can from the exertions of the last semester but not yet ready to call it Christmas. Not much to take pictures of then: except dimly-lit attempts to capture the atmosphere of my home town in one of my rare ventures outside.
Another day at home working. Freezing cold outside, though bright and sunny. On current rates, of the 206 days this blog still has to run I can expect to spend about another 100 of them at home in HB, so will have to find a few more nuances in the local scene yet, if my posts are not to become repetitive. So here’s today’s attempt: poke one’s head out of the skylight on the shady, frosty side of the house and see what I can do. This was the most interesting shot I got today.
Being 42 