The photograph is probably 100 years old. I have no idea who she is. She emerged from one of the half dozen large plastic boxes full of unwanted old photographs that stand in the corner of my room. She is beautiful. She is the 2nd of October 2023.
Trees
A photo of mine from the late 1960s, taken from Godley Branch Road looking down on Halifax. I suspect I incorporated the tree because such things were so rare up Beacon Hill in those days. You wouldn't be able to take a similar shot today - you can't see the town for the trees!
Floating In Bridlington
I took this photograph some 45 years ago in Bridlington. As I took it I seem to remember thinking "what do old people think about all day as they float, semi-comatose, towards the evening of their lives?" And now I know. They think "I took this photograph some 45 years ago in Bridlington ..."
Issy
Fifty-two or so years ago my then girlfriend (and soon to be wife) did some modelling for a local art group. One of the artists (Barbara Gordon-Cumming) was the mother of one of our oldest and closest friends. This is the painting she did: it still hangs with pride in our hallway - looking down … Continue reading Issy
A Study In Brown
It's impossible to deny her anything. If she wants half your bacon sandwich, she gets it. If she wants to walk in her direction rather than your direction, that's the way you go. If she wants the cover to lie on the settee, you sit on another chair and try to keep warm. It is, … Continue reading A Study In Brown
Technicolor Grey
I remember the sixties and seventies in monochrome. When I occasionally come across one of my colour photographs from those days, it somehow seems all wrong, like a Technicolor film on a bad day. Whilst the streets were grey and the skies were grey, the fish and chips - hot from the fryer -radiated colour.
Grand
Another of those Walking Snaps - this one showing my grandmother and grandfather, Kate and Albert Beanland. Albert was my mothers' father - I never knew him, he died before I was born. His father was Fowler Beanland; my mother never knew him, he died before she was born. His father was Thomas Beanland; Albert … Continue reading Grand
Flour Sculpture
Having lived close to Brighouse for much of my life I tend to take the two giant grain silos that used to be part of Sugden's Flour Mill for granted, believing that they have existed since the Pre-Cambrian era and will continue to exist in one form or another until hell and the River Calder … Continue reading Flour Sculpture
DRONING ON ABOUT SHEFFIELD
I must have taken this photograph from high up in one of the block of flats in Upperthorpe, Sheffield, forty-odd years ago. Back in those days I couldn't pass a block of flats - and there were many to choose from in Sheffield in the 70s and 80s - without climbing the concrete stairs to … Continue reading DRONING ON ABOUT SHEFFIELD
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