Thursday 18th May 2023, 5.35pm (day 4,284)
No comments to add to this one. Just a portrait of a friend.
Geri, portrait
Being 42
Life, one day at a time
Tag Archives: smoking
Neighbour’s hands
Monday 10th October 2022, 1.05pm (day 4,064)
Another day when there wasn’t a great deal to do except spy on the neighbours: but I did like the shapes her hands were making.
Smoke break (early)
Wednesday 8th June 2022, 7.40am (day 3,940)
At the moment it’s a case of — do I sit at home all day working, or trug into Manchester and sit in my office all day? Well, at least going into Manchester gets me a bit more exercise. There always seems to be at least one person smoking outside this building on Booth Street in the city centre, no matter how early I pass by.
Friends reunited
Wednesday 21st July 2021, 4.20pm (day 3,618)
If you ask me, one of the most damaging consequences of The Great Fear is that it has driven a bulldozer through our close social bonds. It’s ripped apart international solidarity as well, taught us to fear the foreigner again, and that will ultimately kill far more than the virus, but I can’t do much about that right now. I can try to get together with mates more, though — and so today, Steve and Geri, both once regulars on here, make their first appearances on here for (shockingly) nearly three years. We’re all still here, at least.
Rodney, at home
Monday 28th June 2021, 3.00pm (day 3,595)
Today, just a portrait of a mate in his natural habitat. Where we’ve all spent too much time lately, let’s face it.
As far as I can tell — and I might have it wrong ± a couple — this is the 3,000th English picture to feature on here. Almost half of these (and 41% of the whole total) have been taken in Hebden Bridge, but this one is just down the road in Mytholmroyd.
Green and blonde
Tuesday 9th March 2021, 2.10pm (day 3,484)
Went into Manchester, which has busied slightly, though this ‘rejoining the world’ thing is such a long and painful process. Anyway, no political point intended with this shot today, I just like the image, though once again I have focused on the background rather than the subject, with a very long zoom, hence the graininess.
Smoke break outside Aya Sophia
Sunday 19th July 2020, 5.05pm (day 3,251)
Gosh, a human face. I think there’s only been one of those on the blog in the last month — flesh and blood anyway (as opposed to on book covers, or screens). It would be a nicer picture if the awning of Calans’ pub wasn’t intruding to bottom left, but the very fact that I could be in that pub on this decently sunny Sunday was celebration enough.
Pre-match smoke
Tuesday 27th August 2019, 6.15pm (day 2,924)
I wonder whether now I have hit 50 that I am going to start seeing any aspect of the world differently. It won’t happen overnight of course, but maybe changes in my worldview will become more apparent. Here’s an example. I certainly understand this guy’s attitude rather more than I might have in the past.
Smoking spot
Saturday 1st June 2019, 10.05am (day 2,837)
Last morning in Ireland. I mean no inslut at all — quite the opposite — by declaring that this is a country that does pubs very well. However, this guy was starting rather early, it has to be said.
Smoking spot
Wednesday 24th October 2018, 2.05pm (day 2,617)
I’m sure even non-smokers appreciate the notion of the smoking spot. There’s almost always someone sitting on this bench in Pall Mall Square, Manchester, whenever I walk past and I’ve been eyeing it up as a portrait for a while but seeing as it’s the kind of shot which would only work if I was facing straight on to the subject, then the risk of being busted is rather high. However I got away with it today. And it’s another quite good wall, isn’t it… not uniform at all.
Being 42 