As I trawl through my old photographs I frequently discover the same scene captured again and again – at different times, in different seasons and different years. Often this is not a conscious thing: at the time I can’t remember having taking the same photograph before – it is only half a century later I discover the repetitive nature of my photography. This scene of Halifax and the Shibden Valley taken from the top of Howes Lane in Northowram, is one such photo. It appears that I could never resist the sight of industrial Halifax ready to spill out of the lip of its cauldron into Shibden’s green valley without taking a photograph. This is from the 1960s, before St Thomas lost its spire.