Selo – The Fast Film

I went digging in one of the endless boxes of old photographs that are slowly taking over our house and came up with not a photograph, but a colourful envelope used to deliver negatives and prints back in the 1930s. Oh, you digital slaves of Smarty McSmart phones, you don't know what you are missing … Continue reading Selo – The Fast Film

Repetitive Halifax

In the best part of the five years I have been sharing my picture-a-day calendar, I have tried to avoid using the same image more than once, but occasionally I have slipped up. I now realise that I used this photo of mine of Halifax in the 1980s back in September 2024. This is a … Continue reading Repetitive Halifax

Robin Hood And Philosophy

I live my life in line with a number of philosophical precepts - one of the most important of which is "never walk past a pub without taking a photo of it as it might not be there the next time you pass!" When I passed the Robin Hood pub in Brighouse back in 2009, … Continue reading Robin Hood And Philosophy

Steps Into Halifax

I'm not entirely sure which stone staircase in Halifax this was; there were - and there still are - dozens of them: over rivers and railway lines, over roads, and over nothing in particular. We just like steps in these parts; they break the monotony of life, they keep us fit, and they create dramatic … Continue reading Steps Into Halifax

A Spanner In The Works

I've given this photo the title "Albert and the Giant Spanner". As far as I can be certain, that is my father, Albert, on the left, which would mean that the photograph was taken about 1930 when he was a young apprentice in Bradford. I'm not sure what the giant spanner was used for, but … Continue reading A Spanner In The Works

Old Friend, Old Pub, Old Ship

A very good old friend came to visit yesterday and we went for lunch to a very good old inn. I've been visiting the Old White Beare in Norwood Green for more than half a century, but that's only a moment in the life of this 500-year-old village pub. Some of the timbers within the … Continue reading Old Friend, Old Pub, Old Ship

We Love The Hebble Day

The Hebble Brook has an odd relationship with the town of Halifax. Over history, it has had such a defining impact on the town, carving its valleys and draining its hills, and yet now it slips almost unnoticed towards its rendezvous with the Calder - sometimes above ground, sometimes culvert-deep in the darkness. I demand … Continue reading We Love The Hebble Day

I’m Getting Old

I'm getting old. More and more, I seem to be sitting at my desk messing around with old photographs rather than getting out and about taking new ones. The original of this photo was taken in March 2016 from a train leaving Bradford and heading for Halifax, but this version was created while sitting at … Continue reading I’m Getting Old

Feel The Rain

Grey rain on grey roof slates and smoke dawdling out of endless chimneys: two of the memories of my youth that are encapsulated in this photograph of mine of Brighouse back in the 1960s. Close your eyes and you can smell the smoke; put out your hand and you can feel the rain.