As with so many of my old photographs, I have no idea who this person is, nor where the photograph was taken. The “when” question, however, is far more inviting, and the lady in question whispers “1920s’ to me.
Stepping back slightly from yesterday’s photograph, this gives a better idea of where the snicket was – and still is. Again, this was taken in the 1980s, a time of transition for this part of Halifax. Old Lane seems to justify its name, the various mills seem to be in search of a new future.
A wild flower, picked at random from the roadside and then subjected to a very high resolution scan. The individual flowers are less than half a centimetre wide. I have no idea what it is called – it matters not, it is the shape and the shade that is attractive.
I took this photo 40 years ago. I have taken the same scene many times over the years; and so have many other photographers far better than me. The most famous version is Bill Brandt’s 1937 “Snicket In Halifax“, which forms part of the collection of the New York Museum of Modern Art. A classic image of a classic town.
Another typical Yorkshire scene: a freshly mown pasture, parallel hedgerows, fields receding to infinity. This, however, is West Yorkshire, and therefore between the second and third hedges runs the M62, one of the busiest roads in Britain.
A backlit bush and a grainy sky, and little else to do other than walk the dog and play with Photoshop.
My strange lockdown proclivities have progressed from scanning dead flowers to scanning other things I find lying around. I must stress that no pigeon was hurt in the making of this image.