Year: 2021

Sweet Reflections

I found this reflection of a gable end in the polished signage of Elland sweet maker and seller, Joseph Dobson And Sons, whilst I was sorting through some old colour negatives yesterday. The photograph probably dates from the late 1970s or early 1980s, and the sign must have been on the shop in Southgate, Elland, … Continue reading Sweet Reflections

Mill Chimneys Punctuating The Sky

Back in the olden days, when the sun shone every summer and when kids were happy with a mouldy orange for a Christmas present, photography was partly a chemical process. After you had carefully clicked a shutter - and, be careful, film costs money you know - you would disappear into a dark room and … Continue reading Mill Chimneys Punctuating The Sky

Frozen Lane

A late submission in memory of a day to remember and a day best forgot.

Random Diving

I approach the selection of images for my desktop calendar in a structured and logical fashion. I have created a carefully designed algorithm which takes into account a variety of factors such as mood, season, phases of the moon, and circadian rhythms. Having created it, I immediately consigned it to the waste thinking bin - … Continue reading Random Diving

It’s Raining In Tod

 As we have already agreed, it's Sunday and therefore no words are necessary.

Shooting The Past

An old friend of mine recommended Stephen Poliakoff's "Shooting The Past" (and even better, sent me the DVD through the post), and I have been watching and enjoying it over the past few nights. What struck a particular chord with me was the ability to love photographs for their own sake, not because they feature … Continue reading Shooting The Past

For Me Alone

If, during my lifetime, I had accumulated paper money with the same skill and dexterity that I have accumulated paper ephemera, I would be a rich old man. As it is, I am an old man surrounded by plastic boxes full of old papers of every description, united only in my ability to find a … Continue reading For Me Alone

Sea, Salt And Sparks

There is something about seaside funfairs - something about the noise and energy of them, and the way  that gets mixed with the smell of fish and chips and seasoned with gusts of salty North Sea spray. The dodgem cars add an extra sensory perception - that spark of raw electricity that leaks from the … Continue reading Sea, Salt And Sparks

A Fire In Halifax

I can't be certain, but it must have been around 1967. I had been to the Central Library - which, at the time, was perversely located about a mile from the centre of Halifax - and I was walking back to the bus station, down Hanson Lane. I had my camera with me (which was … Continue reading A Fire In Halifax