41/1001 : A Study In Faces - Yorkshire Miners' Gala Parade, Doncaster, 1982
40/1001 : It's time travel time. Choose your vehicle: maybe it is the headscarves and the plastic rain hats, perhaps it's the back-slashed prices or the thought of pure boiled sweets. For me it is those stacked biscuit boxes: square, solid and ready to whisk me back to my youth.
39/1001 : Square Church was never square. Not when its nave gave shelter to praying congregations, nor when its skeleton lay open to the elements. Nor now, when it cosies up to books and arts and shops and bars. Square Church is never square.
38/1001 : There is something real about back yards, something honest, something revealing. They represent domesticity without make-up - a place for all the ladders and bins, and all the pipes and washing lines to do what they need to do. This was my back yard forty-odd years ago.
Photographs don't have to be "good" photographs to be memorable. Sometimes all they need to do is to capture a moment in time, seize a memory, transport you back to your youth. In this case I think it was Tunnel End in Marsden, but I can't be sure. Wherever it was, we're all at the … Continue reading Tunnel End
36/1001 : This is - or rather was - Halifax, but I'm not 100% sure where exactly. It was over 50 years ago that I took the photo, but I have a feeling it might have been Akroyd Place. I still have a fear of the area based on being made to go to Akroyd … Continue reading Halifax Escape
35/1001 : My quest to find 1001 half decent photographs before I "clicked my shutter" finds me in Sheffield in 1980, walking through the park and discovering a strange geometric pattern created by empty seats in search of an audience.
34/1001 : I took this photo of Halifax Town Hall 50 years ago whilst the stonework was being cleaned. I can understand the viewpoint of those who think it's right to preserve the industrial legacy of layers of soot and grime, but, to me, that's just like leaving an old master mucky!
33/1001 : These days you can get a drone to fly over towns and capture a photographic record. 50 years ago there were no drones, but in Halifax you didn’t need one because there was always Beacon Hill. This shot from the early 70s is like a memory map of the town of my youth.
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