Tag Archives: self-portrait

52nd birthday selfie (with shaving cut)

Thursday 26th August 2021, 10.30am (day 3,654)

Selfie with shaving cut, 26/8/21

Here’s how I begin this 11th year of blogging, my 53rd of life. In monochrome and with a shaving cut. It’s been a good birthday.

This is the eleventh time that 26th August has cycled round on this blog. Including today, the last four, photographically anyway, have been spent in Hebden Bridge, with 26/8/17 (in Urbana, Illinois) the last time I spent my birthday away from home. This is also the 50th self-portrait of some kind or another to feature on here.

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A man of two sides

Monday 14th June 2021, 10.15am (day 3,581)

Half a beard, 14/6/21

I shaved the rest off after taking this photo, rest assured.

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This morning’s dose of Zoombification

Thursday 20th May 2021, 9.15am (day 3,556)

Yet another Zoom, 20/5/21

And where are all the people who should be in the empty offices, as pictured yesterday? Trapped behind these magic mirrors, in some kind of netherworld. Myth becomes life, and slowly we fade away, losing more and more connections with the reality we once knew.

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Feet up (and lousy movie)

Sunday 28th March 2021, 5.45pm (day 3,503)

Feet up, 28/3/21

The rain came down, so another exciting weekend day was spent inside, thanks to Our Glorious Leaders still reckoning that indoor entertainment options will cause us all to shrivel with plague, or something. But, won’t this change as of tomorrow? My view is — don’t hold your breath.

And this movie was awful, by the way. I won’t name it. But if you can take what might have been a quite interesting plot twist and still make it as boring as the rest of the day, then that was quite an achievement.

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Me on screen with Jack

Friday 19th March 2021, 10.55am (day 3,494)

Teaching with Jack, 19/3/21

A whole morning spent sitting in my office, talking to my Mac (with a vague assumption that there might be some people listening out there in Zoombie-land). This is what we call ‘teaching’, these days. Overseen by Mr. Jack Nicholson, whose image (or perhaps, more precisely, R. P. McMurphy’s) makes its third appearance on the blog (see also here and here) — as many as my mother, by now. Well, it is a very good movie. And book.

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Essential supplies

Monday 11th January 2021, 9.20am (day 3,427)

Eye drops, 11/1/21

Less than an hour into the working week and I’m already reaching for these, which is not a good sign. A side effect of screen imprisonment — I doubt I’m not the only one suffering.

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Selfie outside Shelter

Thursday 7th January 2021, 4.15pm (day 3,423)

Selfie outside Shelter, 7/1/21

Will the last business standing please turn off the economy? Thanks…

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Self-portrait as Zoombie

Thursday 17th December 2020, 1.00pm (day 3,402)

Zoom portrait, 17/12/20

Another day with little to record except my further Zoombification, along with much of the rest of the planet. It’s nearly Christmas, which of course will lead to radical change in the current shape of life. But at least I won’t have any Zoom meetings for two weeks.

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Me and my shadow (or, selfie with ponytail)

Monday 2nd November 2020, 2.45pm (day 3,357)

Me and ponytail shadow, 2/11/20

Working at home today … but then again, aren’t we all. The ‘lockdown hair’ continues to grow.

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Watershed

Monday 20th July 2020, 2.15pm (day 3,252)

Watershed, 20/7/20

I went on a walk today along the Rochdale Canal from Littleborough to Walsden. Along that route one passes across the main watershed of northern England, which is marked by this sculpture, and poetry that you may enjoy (although the third and fourth lines are illegible on this reproduction — my apologies).  If I were to have passed water at this spot, random chance would have led to it either bouncing to the left, and thus flowing into the Irish Sea at via the rivers Roch, Irwell and Mersey.  Or, to the right — to flow into the North Sea, via the Calder, Aire and Humber.  A very real line — as the poem says, a “liquid equinox” — but not a visible one, not without this memorial.  Nice touch.

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