Brighouse is in the process of getting a new market. My photograph isn't of the old market - it's of the even older market. I'm not sure what the new building will turn out like, but I doubt whether there will be a corrugated iron roof nor tarpaulins stretched over banana boxes.
Life Preservers
I can never get over the ability of old photographs to capture and preserve life. This photo was probably taken during World War II. I have no idea who the subject was, but that doesn't matter. That moment of introspection, that moment when the wind caught her hair, will live as long as images are … Continue reading Life Preservers
The Walkway
I took this photo of Elland sometime in the early 1970s. It has all the ingredients: kids running across concrete walkways between soulless housing blocks and Elland power station fading away into a memory. Those kids will be in their 50s or 60s now, and the power station's long gone. The walkway is still there.
Reality Demolished
Today's photograph started life eight years ago - it was taken whilst I walked around Huddersfield. I messed with it yesterday, getting rid of a few distractions like significant parts of the town centre, whilst watching football on TV. It's not real, but there again, what is?
Busy Brighouse
It's negative week. This is not some quasi-political outburst, merely the start of a week of new scans from some of my old negatives from half a century ago or more. We start the week in busy Brighouse where memories come by the car-load.
Return To The Mill
Today is the 750th Sepia Saturday, an internet meme I created back in the days when blogs were king and social media was in its infancy. For 750 weeks lovers of old photographs from all over the world have been sharing their finds and their treasures. This is my 750th contribution. My featured photograph this … Continue reading Return To The Mill
My Little Town
I think I took this photograph of Clare Street in Halifax in 1982, but it could have been anytime in the eighties. It is, however, as eighties as a mullet in a pair of leg warmers: those cars, those cobbles those colours. In the words of the great Paul Simon, "it's not that the colours … Continue reading My Little Town
Thoughts In St James’s Park
I took this photograph in St James's Park, London ten years ago. St James's Park is somewhere I would sometimes walk through on my way to work fifty years ago. I was young then, in a rush, conscious perhaps of where I was walking to, but not where I was walking through. There were no … Continue reading Thoughts In St James’s Park
Having Fun At Hall End
It took me a few moments to fit the scene depicted in this 1908 postcard of Hall End, Halifax, into my late twentieth-century perceptions of the town. "Hall End" was not a description I was immediately familiar with, nor were the buildings in the center of the scene. The rather grand building which is center-left … Continue reading Having Fun At Hall End
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