Transpennine, UK
Writer, producer and Director of The Writing Squad - www.stevedearden.com
19,983 words in 65 moments in 32 cities since October 3rd, 2013
Ilkley — As I wrote my commission for Wakefield Litfest last year, Wakelost Wakefound, I found myself writing more and more on screen. I don’t just mean on the computer, I mean in WordPress, pushing Update an...
Madrid — Maybe the best way to read this to scroll up so you can’t see the photo you’ve just looked at again, or maybe screw one eye up so you can read the words but the picture drops out of focus. Driving ou...
London — I used to circle the London Book Fair like I was lost in strange water. There are more big fish in suits and power dresses there than in my small book pond. You overhear phrases like, ‘Of course their...
The cycling results are in
Shooting cyclists
A kind of gift
A simple, moving live memorial at Piccadilly this morning
Have I flown from darkness into light or from light into darkness?
Loss
Where everyone was equal
Last night Drummond Mill burned down
Happy Birthday Ian
What happened?
Breaking memories, breaking windows
Remembering Ken Saro-Wiwa
Look at all these spitters
Yorkshire karma, Manchester vipaka
We finally moved into our new house last week
I really enjoyed brand Banksy's Dismaland ...
I'll miss these two
Touch the Line
Update, Edit, Update
Mainland
Today was my last meeting as a board member of indie press champions Inpress Books.
Finding the corner
Europa
I had forgotten why I stopped going to gyms
Balotelli's T-shirt
Whenever I am in Leeds Art Gallery I say hello to my Grandfather, George Dearden. He is the third soldier from the left.
Last time I was in Berlin there was a wall, I came to see in what way it wasn’t there any more.
Hills like sleeping dogs
Real or just pretending?
No planes in nowhere
It called out from the side of the road ...
They’ve strung up a rope in the mountain village and blindfolded the boy …
Today I got lost in a wood.
Lyn is glad to see that God is in Create Cafe.
The invitation, deep waters
Which way now?
The Cycling Republic of Yorkshire
It has felt absurd every time I've said it, The Tour de France is coming through my village.
Small lungs shouting
Cold Coffee Fascists
Not one moment, 94 moments ...
I've never been in, I wasn't there, this isn't my photo, but ...
Additional Undercover Customer Parking
Non siamo gondolieri
A place called Chiusi
The Book Market
Today's new new office
Sun, water and not Spain 2
Sun, water and not Spain 1
First ride into the city this year
They're still at it, the grass photographers
I am still wondering if I made a new year's resolution. I was toying with the idea of not buying any books this year.
Timeslip 2
Timeslip 1
Out of kilter ...
Capital of culture?
Right, whichever hemisphere you are in stand still for a moment, exactly where you are now,
Another waterscape, 'another country'
I take a photo everyday, but today I brought this one with me.
More travel chaos ...
The end of the line is the beginning of the city ... now
The Humber Mouths
Today I walked into a novel I am translating.
When I checked in last night it was dark, pouring. I stood in my room looking down at the canal
I have arrived in Leeds by foot, bike, train, bus, car and plane but not by boat before. The Ladybird Book of Transport picture is now complete.