Greetings From Holywell Green

I acquired this old photograph a couple of weeks ago. It's a rather fine photograph of a large Edwardian family posing outside a terraced house. My interest in it was sparked in particular, by the address printed on the reverse - like so many photos of that era it was printed as a postcard - … Continue reading Greetings From Holywell Green

Halifax Before Eureka 1

This is the first of two photographs that explores that part of Halifax near the railway station before the building of the National Children's Museum (Eureka!) in 1992. I must have taken these two photographs in the 1980s, well before the building that now houses the museum was constructed. Geographical logic tells me that this … Continue reading Halifax Before Eureka 1

On Saving The Soul Of An Unknown Woman

Collecting old photographs of people you don't know and have no connection with, is an odd way of passing the time. It ranks up there with lamp-post collecting and knot-tying - and a little behind old-time sequence dancing - as a legitimate way of keeping the mind active in old-age. There is, however, an element … Continue reading On Saving The Soul Of An Unknown Woman

High Rise Flats 6, Mill Chimneys 2

Another of my photos from the early 70s, this one is looking down Southowram Bank at a Halifax where high-rise flats were now beginning to outnumber mill chimneys.

Archetypically Yorkshire

A Yorkshire stone wall. Dry. Designed by a craftsman, not a committee. Solid. Coated in soot from generations of hard industry. Formed from layer after layer of grit.

CSI Halifax

You sometimes see, on TV crime shows, how Crime Scene Investigators can predict where a bullet was fired from, by tracing back a straight line joining the victims body with where the bullet is lodged in the wall. Using the same predictive system on this photograph I must have taken in the mid 1970s - and … Continue reading CSI Halifax

Moss

Lockdown cabin fever has progressed so far that last week I found myself scanning a biscuit (it was a McVitie's Rich Tea Finger if that is of any interest). After that, things can only get better - so here is a scan of a lump of moss pulled from a stone wall.

Scannin’ At The Woodside

The latest scan from the trawl through my old 35mm negatives. Because of adjacent shots, I would date this at about 1971 or '72. A group of us had been to visit Banklfield Museum in Halifax, and afterwards I crossed the road to take this photograph. I think this is Woodside Terrace, in which case, … Continue reading Scannin’ At The Woodside

Gladys

My mother, Gladys, on a motorbike in the 1930s. The pencilled caption on the back says it's my mother, and the photograph was taken in Lancaster. The album it comes from is one of my mothers. It looks like my mother. My software's facial recognition confirms it is my mother. But my mother, astride a … Continue reading Gladys