For anyone devoted to wandering down the side streets of inconsequence, old picture postcards are an ideal mode of transport. You can spend many a happy hour trying to work out where the old photographs were taken from - where, for example, in Elland was this view taken from 110 years ago - and you … Continue reading Special Delivery

The Hebble Brook stealths its way through Halifax, hidden where possible, breaking to the surface only occasionally to spit-wash the shadows of industry gone by.

I've never been convinced by the accusation that when you take someone's photograph, you are stealing their soul; just because you possess a photo of someone doesn't mean you can lay claim to their soul. Possessing the negative is a different thing entirely. Thanks to a recent purchase of an original 1940s negative on eBay, … Continue reading Soul Ownership