I’m not sure of the name of this machine, but generations of mill workers in my family will have known it well. To them it signified toil inside a dark mill; to me it is a shape against the light. I have lost the thread.
Bottles, jars and jugs piled high against a window in Salt’s Mill, Saltaire. A stained glass window of infinite variability.
A Yorkshire gable end. As uncompromising as a bigot. Two tight windows keep any illumination at bay.
1936 – the good, honest, old days when you could buy a “good honest radio” for £7-10. In these dishonest modern days you can buy one from Amazon and have change out of £4.
One of my negatives from the early 1970s. Unmistakably Brighouse. Sugden’s flour mill has the look of a distended Tower Bridge, and mill chimneys scrape the grainy sky.
On old picture postcard of the Lock House, Salterhebble. This is the point where the old Halifax Arm used to leave the canal. The arm is long gone – perhaps it’s the fault of the guillotine lock!
F J Garrison’s Photographic Studio in Doncaster used to have a slogan: “They’ve often asked you for your portrait – give them one for Christmas“. This young man gave them one, and it’s lasted well over 100 years. Not many smartphone selfies will last that long!
I took this photograph of Brighouse either in the late 60s or early 70s. It was a time when traditional industries coexisted with newcomers, and life in the lower valley was changing. Brighouse seems to have coped better with that change than many of its neighbours.
The back of the old Wesleyan Methodist Chapel in Elland, taken from Morrison’s car park: all empty pews and shopping trolleys. The chapel is a wonderful building, with bits grafted onto the main building like afterthoughts.