Category: Calendar

Dipping In Huddersmolinos

Drilling Mist

Half Formed Memories

The true delight of old family photographs is that they can take you back in time, not just to the years of your youth, but to those impossibly distant times before you were born. Here is a photograph of a group of people posing in front of a large stone structure with a lighthouse in … Continue reading Half Formed Memories

Found In A Selfie

This "selfie" predates selfies by about 40 years. It's not really a selfie - it's me alright, but it was my brother who painted it back in 1972. Amongst those quickly drawn lines and those splashes of colour, I was to be found back then, and, I suppose, I am still to be found today.

The Indecisive Moment

A busy market scene in Halifax in the early 1970s. I seem to have taken several photos like this, probably in search of a Cartier-Bresson decisive moment. I never found it, but maybe came close to a few indecisive moments at the bacon counter.

Bridlington Grand National

It was twenty years ago today - and it's all the excitement of the Grand National, as the riders approach the finishing line. Except this is the Grand National in Bridlington, and the horses are powered by balls rolled into slots. Our horse didn't finish - I was too busy taking a photograph. Ah, the … Continue reading Bridlington Grand National

Fur Stoles And Soot-Black Buildings

This is how I remember Princess Street in Halifax. There was a degree of sophistication about the street; it was Halifax's answer to Knightsbridge. There were shops with exotic names and a hotel with AA rosettes. There were women with fur stoles and men wearing trilby hats. There were chrome headlights on black cars and … Continue reading Fur Stoles And Soot-Black Buildings