So I’m waddling through the park this morning as part of my new plan to lose some of the excess weight that’s crept on during my recovery (okay, fine, and before that, too), and I see all these photo op moments: pretty pretty flowers, the big round bowling ball fountain with its water running, some hoppy little squirrels . . . you know the stuff, normal park stuff, but I have this new macro mode obsession and wanted to find some bugs, too. Or a rock. I don’t know, something teeny tiny. I galumph back to the car (yep, I drove to the place to walk, go figure) and get the camera, which then stubbornly refuses to turn on. No matter how many times I try. Dead battery. I was emotionally unprepared for this turn of events and stood staring at it for some time while Dan Fogelberg crooned in my ears about meeting his old lover at the grocery store, and yes, you guessed it, I was suddenly belting out “We drank a toast to innocence, we drank a toast to tiiiimmmee.” Sigh. mp3 players need to come with warning labels so that people don’t make asses of themselves when caught just the teeniest bit off guard.
Anyway, as I don’t have any new and exciting photos to share today, I’ll just stick up some old ones from days gone by. Must be that Dan Fogelberg influence, eh? And it would be totally uncool Dan Fogelberg, too, why not some cooler music, which I also have on there? Why not screech out (I can’t carry a tune in a bucket) David Gray or Eric Clapton or just about anything else? Well, okay, except maybe Barry Manilow (though he’s not actually on my player, so that’d be a stretch). Tally, it may be intervention time, send me some song titles, eh?
Anyway (again), here’s a pic taken at the Bronte Parsonage; it’s pretty horrible, but I love graves and daffodils, so . . .
And here’s somewhere in West Yorkshire, may be the Penines. Almost certainly is the Penines (and maybe not, look familiar, Tally?):
Note to self: simply MUST start writing down where I am and what I’ve photographed. I never do remember. Makes for fun photo chats, huh? So informed am I.
Case in point (another case in point, actually), I think this is called Hebden Bridge. That sounds good to me, anyway:
Here’s the view from over the bridge looking back (as you can plainly see for yourselves. Sigh):
No idea what that icky looking white stuff is on the right. Hope it’s paint. Graffiti, maybe?
This I do believe is Huddersfield Canal, but I could be wrong. Pretty, though, and see?! A barge:
And finally, this next pic is a rusty looking mini-waterfall thing. Somewhere in West Yorkshire.
I just love that part of the world; it’s gorgeous and wild and wonderful. I want to go back. Now.