Youth is a time for falling in love. Whilst middle age can be devoted to fame and fortune and old age to remembering where you left your false teeth: youth is the time to open your heart to passion. As a young man I fell in love with breweries. I realise that this may make … Continue reading ON YOUTHFUL PASSION AND THE AROMA OF BOILING WORT AND HOPS
This is a photograph of my Auntie Annie - Annie Elizabeth Burnett who, in October 1933, became Annie Moore. My guess is that this particular photograph was taken before she married and could potentially date from somewhere in the late 1920s. She was born in 1903, and therefore she would have been 25 years old … Continue reading Auntie Annie And The Dead Fox Marker
As soon as the scan of this old negative of mine emerged from the digital equivalent of the developing solution, I knew there was something wrong. Not wrong, perhaps, as we all know that photographs and Prime Ministers can never lie, but something not quite right, something different. The photograph is of the Newlands Filling … Continue reading Driving Down The Lanes Of Nostalgia With A Shot Of Redex
Grey sands, leading to a grey sea, under a grey sky. Skegness in the 1980s. It was a bit of a grey decade for me - the decade I lost my hearing. Nearly forty summers ago. Were things quieter then - or did I simply get up earlier? There weren’t as many trees, not as … Continue reading 1000 PHOTOGRAPHS (1)
A lovely old early twentieth century picture postcard of Scarborough, showing, if nothing else, that extreme weather conditions are not just a twenty-first century phenomenon. I have managed to find a large number of vintage postcard views of rough seas at Scarborough - but not this precise photograph, so dating it is more difficult, especially … Continue reading Indelible Rough Sea At Scarborough
I have a new printer due to arrive today, so I spend a bit of time sorting out a suitable image to test it out with. Eventually I decided on this Victorian portrait of a young lady from the studio of a local photographer, Wilkinsons. A high resolution scan of the old Carte de Visite … Continue reading A Photographic Tale Of Several Wilkinsons
BLACKBERRY BLOSSOM, BRADFORD ROAD, FIXBY For reasons too long to relate, I find myself without a printer. For someone who is obsessed with images, this is akin to a fell-walker being in bed with a broken leg. At this stage, I am not entirely sure when I will be able to lay my hands on … Continue reading Printerless Series 1
These three images are based on some photographs I took in Whitby in the mid 1980s. As time passes, memories become less certain, more like impressions, less like certainty.