This is a new scan of a negative I must have shot some thirty-seven years ago at a Yorkshire Miners’ Gala in Rotherham. It was a few months before the start of the miners’ strike, and there is Arthur Scargill pointing the way. Somehow it has turned itself into a sepia print – which is rather fitting perhaps.
Everybody these days seems to have a motto: some cheery little maxim that manages to condense the ethos of their organisations into a few meaningless words. On my way to the park the other day to walk the dog, I noticed that the local school was dedicated to “Aspire And Achieve” – which is a comforting declaration as otherwise I might have thought it was all about nose-diving into failure.
Finding myself driven indoors today by the remnants of some trans-Atlantic hurricane, I can’t decide whether it is summer or winter: it looks cold but I feel all hot and sweaty. I spend my time sorting through piles of old photographs and negatives, attempting to index them, file them, catalogue them.
I need a large wooden display board to erect outside the front gate with my motto on: – “Perspire And Archive”