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The Millpond

7 Jan

I’d never seen old Humber so flat calm and peaceful. No clouds other than those made by the gentle folk of Lincolnshire (*waves hello*) without which this picture and the similar one below would be somewhat lacking in interest. 

Thursday was exceptionally clear and in these parts and at this time of year that almost always means there’ll be a cracking sunset, so I make no excuses yet another going-down-of-the-sun photo. I could get tired of these sights but hopefully not any time soon.

Weekend Reflections are here.

That was the year that was

1 Jan

The theme for City Daily Photo starts the year Janus fashion by looking back for the ‘Photo of the Year‘. Out of 236 postings I liked this monochrome effort the most although not particularly strongly. In terms of most viewings, however, the one below was easily the most popular with twice as many hits as the runner-up. Why? I don’t know, maybe it was my shameful purloining of the Sea of Hull thing, maybe folks just like a big wide brown river or since most of my viewings are from Russia for some unknown reason maybe Putin is planning to visit this year.
Today is also the start of the City of Culture Year,  there are fireworks tonight on the Humber and a week of light shows in the town centre. I shall endeavour to keep coverage of this to a minimum, there might be something tomorrow and that’ll be it for a while. There’s more than enough rubbish already out there without me adding to it. If you want more: Google is your friend.

Sunset and evening star

31 Dec

Ah well that’s another turn around the solar system completed. I hear so many saying this year has been a bad one, worst year ever and so on and so forth. I admit I’ve known better ones but none quite so surprising. Still if you’re reading this at least you’re not dead; you can always eat a good breakfast and go back to bed.
Margot is responsible for the title of this post. “Use “Crossing the Bar”” says she, “seems apt… “
Crossing the Bar
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For tho’ from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face

When I have crost the bar.
                                           Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Cheerful beggar old Alfie! 
Chin up then and keep buggering on. I’d wish you all a Happy New Year but that doesn’t seem to work any more …

The end of November

1 Dec
It’s not often people stop and gawp at the sky but yesterday’s flaming sunset was quite a spectacle and had folks looking up in amazement. I stood by the river and watched the old Sol Invictus disappear behind Lincolnshire’s pylons and, of course, I pointed my camera at it just like you’re not supposed to (eyesight is overrated).
Today’s first of the month theme for City Daily Photo is “Transitions“.

Contortionist

16 Apr

I know you all appreciate the lengths that I go to in order to bring you photographs of this precious town. I do however draw the line at lying on my side with my feet in the air. I know, I know; I’m such a party pooper. This young athletic chap was quite determined to photograph his model on Victoria Pier from what can only be described as an awkward angle. I do wonder what the model thought of all these callisthenics

Ice cream castles in the air

29 Mar

I’ve taken dozens of these shots down the Humber from this point or nearby. I post this one just because I liked that cloud and for no other reason.

Flares and flags

13 Feb

This brought to mind memories of the physics lessons of my distant youth; the angle of incidence equals the angle of reflection or so they say. The thing in the middle is one of a pair rags on this pier; possible entrants in the most tattered flags in the world competition, and a truly heart-warming symbol of the state of this United Kingdom. Rule, Britannia!
 
Weekend Reflections are here.