Gladys In The Garden

It's Mother's Day, so who else but my mother, Gladys. This photograph will have been taken sometime around 1953, just after we had moved to Northowram. I would have been about five at the time. What memories, Mam.

The Stealthy Hebble

The Hebble Brook stealths its way through the bottom end of town - sometimes overground, sometimes underground, usually hidden. When it does break the surface it adds curves and fluidity to a perpendicular landscape.

The Chauffeur

It's said that early photographers were accused of stealing people's souls when they took photographs of them. This, of course, is nonsense as we all know that it is 5G masts and modern vaccines that steal souls. It never ceases to amaze me, however, that for a few pence you can buy an old photo … Continue reading The Chauffeur

The Pompous Seagull

I'm not sure what to say about this one - but it seems to work. This is mainly due to the coiled rope and the rather pompous seagull. It would make a good name for a pub, that would: "The Pompous Seagull"

Perfect Feathers

Watching the bird feeder carefully. Patiently waiting its turn. Showing off its perfect feathers. What a lovely creature.

///apps.identifies.bobsleds

Not everything is black and white. I decided to check the @what3words code for the place I took this photograph from. It was ///apps.identifies.bobsleds. I don't think I'd fancy coming down that slope on a bobsled. Not everything is black and white.

Sheffield Bus

For the best part of a decade this was the final part of my journey home from work in Doncaster. Train from Donny, race across town, then bus up to Crookes. They may have been dark days, but there was always a warmth about Sheffield that I'll never forget.

French Volunteer

Sometimes I search for images for my daily desktop calendar, other times memories pop their heads up out of my archives and volunteer themselves. I took this photograph 51 years ago in Paris when we were on our honeymoon. And what a strange honeymoon it was - but that is a different story!

A Hint Of Hope

I don't think my original photo had any colour in it, so I must have added a touch at some point over the last 48 years. Not so much a touch, more a hint - a hint that has been largely ignored by the scene itself.