Wednesday 16th January 2013, 4.40pm [Dutch time] (day 510)
….if only for another 8 days in my case. Taken at Schiphol airport, from out of the plane window, towards the end of that interminable taxi to the outer runway.
….if only for another 8 days in my case. Taken at Schiphol airport, from out of the plane window, towards the end of that interminable taxi to the outer runway.
So far, Hebden Bridge has avoided any snow, but the same is not true of Russia, as you see here. Still, I suppose that’s how it should be in December.
This is – I think – a quarry, pleasantly lit by the setting sun; but then again it doesn’t really matter what it is. I just like the shape, and the further evidence that we get a whole different perspective on the world from several thousand feet up. A lot of photos on this blog have been taken from planes for that reason – I should count them.
It could be sharper, I know, but give me a break; this was taken from a plane, into the sun, at quite a sharp angle (looking backwards relative to the direction of travel), through a window half covered with little slivers of ice. Those apologies aside… I’m kinda happy with this one. Some shots you just get lucky with.
I suppose at one level this repeats the ‘fire’ theme which has characterised the other two photos of the weekend, but not in quite the same way. Here we are, the sun starts to set behind the valley walls at 3.40pm now: it is truly winter. Although by mid-December the sunset will have reached as far east as the mobile phone mast to the left.
It’s a nice shot (if a little out-of-focus). Unfortunately, this encapsulates the day because there’s no way I should have been coming home late enough to catch the sunset streaming through onto the face of my single-serving model. British Airways stranded me in the sixth circle of Hell that is Heathrow Airport for 7 hours this afternoon because their first choice of plane needed fixing. OK, I don’t want to go up in a dodgy plane but why the hell was it left to me – a passenger – to inform the BA ticket desk in Terminal 1 that one of their planes had gone tits-up, a full hour after the pilot told me and the rest of the passengers that it wasn’t going to take off?!
I’ve been on the go since 3.30 am this morning UK time (6.30 Moscow). I’m going to bed.
Officially so. The clocks go forward tonight as we enter British Summer Time.
Have we had a ‘Hebden Bridge sky’ picture for a while? No, I didn’t think so either.
Spent the whole day at home grading papers. Ah well, at least there’s the view from the house to keep me (and the blog) going on such an otherwise monotonous – and cold – day.
Few chances to take a good photo today until the sun began to go down. When you live in a valley the sun drops earlier than elsewhere and today the mast that is otherwise a minor blemish on the view marked the point at which it dipped below the horizon. Stonehenge – mobile communications mast – same thing? (From our house on Dec 28th each year, at least.)
Air travel is not a mode of transport designed to deliver many pleasures, but there is a beauty to being above the clouds and seeing them tinged by the setting sun.