It is late at night, midnight has come and gone and the Auchentoshan bottle has been tipped a good few times. I am half watching some old thing on the television, half messing about with Photoshop. An image emerges which seems to sum everything up. Hashtag serendipitousphotography!
As I continue my exploration of the area around Rhodes Street, Halifax – time travel by courtesy of a series of photographs I took almost fifty years ago – I find faith on Rhodes Street. Before too much celebration is embarked upon for the salvation of my lost soul, let me add that the faith in question was pinned to the notice board of Rhodes Street Methodist Church. In this case, faith in the structural solidity of the church was misplaced, as it was demolished shortly after my photograph was taken.
The second photograph gives an idea of the scale of the building – and a reminder of what has been lost to the built environment of this part of Halifax.
