I took this photograph of Halifax nearly sixty years ago. I have used it as one of my calendar images before, but that was back in 2021, and, anyway, the rules say that I can use the same image more than once if it is Yorkshire Day. So celebrate this Yorkshire Day with me overlooking … Continue reading Yorkshire Day
Month: July 2025
Shadow Boxing
Last weekend I drove south through the Yorkshire Dales National Park on a day when the sun and the clouds promoted shadow boxing matches between the moors and hills. Unable to stop and take the photograph I sensed was waiting to be taken, I had to wait until I got home and play around with … Continue reading Shadow Boxing
Marching, Throwing And Flowing
The fine proportions of Halifax's Victoria Hall, the town's monument to culture. In the 1950s, I remember seeing a Scottish pipe band march down the theatre aisles during a colour slide presentation about the beauties of the Highlands. In the 60s, I saw endless wrestlers thrown from its canvas-floored, rope-encircled ring, and in the 70s, … Continue reading Marching, Throwing And Flowing
From Rumtickle To Cheese Bottom
I took this photo several years ago, and I'm not sure whether age has mellowed it or some random Photoshop filter has done it for me. Who cares? This is the gloriously named Rumtickle Viaduct that used to carry the Sheffield to Manchester railway over the valley between the equally gloriously named Cheese Bottom and … Continue reading From Rumtickle To Cheese Bottom
Beer, The Wireless, And Time
The date on the calendar is the 28th of July 2025, but the date on the newspaper is the 28th of July 1925. I'm not sure why I chose these two items from the Halifax Courier of that date; they just seemed to resonate with me. The gentle tone of the beer advert and the … Continue reading Beer, The Wireless, And Time
Questions And Answers
The street light poses a question - do we replace unsuitable old housing with unsuitable new housing? Can you throw light on the answer?
Sheep May Safely Graze
Lined up like some curtain-called cast of an operatic bah-ria, the sheep take a final bow before putting on their coats and making their way home. Home is the field opposite the bottom of our road. My task, tonight, is to count the sheep.
Industrial Gravestones
If you walk the cobbled streets of Halifax and other Yorkshire towns, you are surrounded by industrial gravestones, memorials to an age now gone, inscribed with the familiar names - the Crossleys, Akroyds, Shaws, and Crowthers. Beware of nostalgia - these were rarely happy places; more often they were temples to muck, work, sweat and … Continue reading Industrial Gravestones
So Many Stories
I can never look at one of these group photographs of children from long, long ago without speculating about what became of them in the decades that were to come. What did life have in store for them: what successes and what failures; what challenges and what achievements? There are so many stories, even within … Continue reading So Many Stories
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