Tuesday 2nd December 2014, 3.20pm (day 1,195)
As pictured on the steps of the St Peter’s Chaplaincy at the University, a location that has featured once before.
As pictured on the steps of the St Peter’s Chaplaincy at the University, a location that has featured once before.
The Raspberry Pi is a small computer which one can buy for £25 and is targeted at kids who can use it to learn programming. That’s it visible bottom right of centre, with all the wires connecting it up to the keyboard and monitor so you can see what you are doing on it — Mandy and Sarah Jane here were using it to compose a version of ‘Jingle Bells’ as it happens. It’s nice to get a shot of people being this engaged in a class…
Another glorious morning. The week has been a lot less stressful than I predicted it would be back on Monday.
The NGI is still under construction and is the building to the right of this image. The background is formed by the George Kenyon Hall of residence, which last appeared on the blog fairly recently, on day 1,133 (1/10/14).
This pub sits right on the edge of the university campus. But obviously not in a well-frequented enough spot. This is my photography with the ‘social realist’ hat on.
Well-lit Moments During a Day on Campus, number several dozen and twenty. This is one of the secret entrances into my personal courtyard by the way, so consider it a clue to its whereabouts.
Yesterday’s pic prefigured a day of truly foul weather, the worst in months. After trudging down — and later, back up — Oxford Road in the rain it was a relief to get inside, even if it was to the university’s mostly empty and sterile shopping precinct. Anything was preferable.
September was balmy and mild, though not necessarily graced by good light, at least, not where I have been for the last couple of weeks. The first morning of October made up for this, however. Yes, OK, it’s another ‘tree on campus’ shot, but autumn’s here, expect more of this kind of stuff.
This is ‘my’ courtyard because I never see anyone else in here. There are — and I know them all — three entrances into this courtyard, surrounded by the brown-grey concrete expanses of the Ellen Wilkinson building. One is a fire exit, one looks like it’s just a conduit for the trash and one is a gate that is always closed, but never locked. None are welcoming, so this place is always deserted. Fine by me… this is my space.