It's said that early photographers were accused of stealing people's souls when they took photographs of them. This, of course, is nonsense as we all know that it is 5G masts and modern vaccines that steal souls. It never ceases to amaze me, however, that for a few pence you can buy an old photo … Continue reading The Chauffeur

Watching the bird feeder carefully. Patiently waiting its turn. Showing off its perfect feathers. What a lovely creature.

Not everything is black and white. I decided to check the @what3words code for the place I took this photograph from. It was ///apps.identifies.bobsleds. I don't think I'd fancy coming down that slope on a bobsled. Not everything is black and white.

Sometimes I search for images for my daily desktop calendar, other times memories pop their heads up out of my archives and volunteer themselves. I took this photograph 51 years ago in Paris when we were on our honeymoon. And what a strange honeymoon it was - but that is a different story!

I seem to remember that this photograph - which shows my father, me in his arms, and my brother Roger - appeared in the Yorkshire Post around 1951. We were at Yeadon Airport visiting a display of fighter planes that had recently seen service in the Second World War. I'm still not sure how we … Continue reading Winging It

Back in the days when cameras were great chunks of metal filled with film, and photographers and their phones were anything but smart, the only way of achieving a selfie was to stand in front of a mirror and hope for the best. This was me, 52 years ago.

I took this photograph of the late, great Humphrey Lyttelton when he and his band played at the Marsden Jazz Festival in 2006. I also got the chance to talk to him briefly - what a wonderful man he was.

A photo probably taken in the 1940s of my Aunty Annie in the garden of her house on Carbottom Lane, Bradford. I can just about remember visiting the house and marvelling at the rather grand stone fireplace that they had installed in the front room.

Fifty years ago I was living in London, working in politics, and spending my spare time attempting to capture a photographic record of all the old London Breweries, most of which were in their final years as working breweries. The sites - like the site of Courage's Anchor Brewery pictured here - were in prime … Continue reading Courageous Development