At least one of my regular followers will recognise the location of this photograph and will probably be able to be more precise about the date. It might appear that my wife was considering the task at hand - that task being a bit of gardening. But no, she will have been reading her revision … Continue reading Considering The Task
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Polish Arms
The image is taken from an old vintage postcard featuring Keighley's Market Place and comes courtesy of Great Uncle Fowler Beanland's picture postcard collection (all praise elderly collectors of things for making the lives of future generations more intriguing). Whilst the market is interesting, I have to say my attention was captured by the splendid … Continue reading Polish Arms
Those Shoes
I think my brother must have taken this photograph when I was eight or something like that. He would have been 13 and he was already seeing the world from a more creative perspective. I'd like to be able to say that I remember the day, but I can't. It's a very long time ago. … Continue reading Those Shoes
Happy Monday
Mountains merge into water: both are part of the raw beauty that is North Wales. Two mud-stuck boats fight a rearguard action on behalf of colour. Happy Monday.
On The Front
We travel to the far border of something in order to gaze out at nothing. It's a funny life.
A Moment In Time
Take a moment in time to look at this. Don't worry about the who, the where or the when: I don't know the answer to those questions and it doesn't really matter. The photo is just a moment from what was probably - and hopefully - a long story. Such a rich moment, however: a … Continue reading A Moment In Time
Graveyards
Things should fade away in graveyards: become less sharp and less certain. Colours should merge along with moods; hopes and fears become one. Graveyards are the breeding grounds of memories.
The Summer Of ’68
It was the summer of 1968 and the world was changing. Student protests were sweeping Europe and three students packed their rucksacks and set off in search of adventure. Their passion for protest sank into the muddy ground of a camp site just outside Amsterdam. The passion for change of at least one of the … Continue reading The Summer Of ’68
Cup Of Tea
There's a good chance that my father's uncle's wife's brother is featured on this old photograph of a grocers shop in Manchester. There again, he might not be. It's a nice photograph anyway. Anyone for a cup of tea?
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