The street light poses a question - do we replace unsuitable old housing with unsuitable new housing? Can you throw light on the answer?
Author: Alan Burnett
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
A General View Of Brighouse
The illustrations on old picture postcards from the turn of the twentieth century usually have a specific focus - a prominent building, or a bridge, a park or local beauty spot. The title of this postcard is, however, "A General View Of Brighouse". and that is exactly what you get - mills, houses, chimneys and … Continue reading A General View Of Brighouse
The Young Photographer
By chance, this photograph has reached the top of my "old photos to scan and index pile". A detailed examination reveals that I was a budding photographer well over 70 years ago (yes, that's me in the middle). It also reminds me that today is my brother's birthday (that's him on the left). Happy birthday, … Continue reading The Young Photographer
Familiar Randomness
After a couple of weeks of themed calendar images, it's good to be back on the more familiar grounds of randomness. This means not knowing where I am going with each day's image, but for today - and this photo I took fifty years ago - I'm not sure where I was when I got … Continue reading Familiar Randomness
In Search Of A Fish Supper
And so our week at the seaside comes to an end. It's time to brush the sand from between your toes, deflate your air beds, and pack your suitcase. As we leave, the sun sets beyond Cleethorpes Pier and the seagulls take to the skies in search of a fish supper.
Sea Fresh
Many old photographs seem to lose definition over time; detail is leached out of them until you are left with more of an impression than a record. Occasionally, however, you get one that defies time and creates a scene that is as fresh as a morning newspaper and as real as a stick of seaside … Continue reading Sea Fresh
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