Found On The Sands

This image comes from my stock of found photos, or photos of unknown origin. They are prints - and in this case a negative - that I have acquired in one way or another of the last half century. I don't know the subjects, nor where the photograph was taken (but I suspect someone will … Continue reading Found On The Sands

Rhodes Street, Halifax

I think this is Rhodes Street in Halifax, but it was 50 years ago and, like the emulsion on a sepia photograph, my memory fades. It's another era: a time once removed from the modern digital age of today.

Rum Rails

The rum distillery prided itself on being authentic, traditional, hand-crafted and all the rest. The sugar cane was cut in the fields by hand, trundled along a precarious railway line and then crushed by a waterwheel press. The boiling vats were stirred by hand and the finished rum was bottled by a machine brought to … Continue reading Rum Rails

Fed Up

You know the feeling: you've been sat there at least an hour while he has been messing about with that camera of his, poking bellows, fiddling with plates, head hidden under a black cloth. And it's not as though you have nothing better to do - that oak table won't polish itself and there is … Continue reading Fed Up

Life On Board

Having just returned from a fortnight on board a ship travelling around the Caribbean, I chanced upon an old photograph I took 40 years ago on board, I suspect, a cross channel ferry. I decided to let loose artificial intelligence on the original, slightly boring, negative, and this is what it came up with. It's … Continue reading Life On Board

Caribbean Memories

Photographs are memories fixed onto paper, or should I say in this modern age, fixed onto a computer or smartphone screen. We're back from holiday and I have brought with me a new stock of memories which will join the 93,786 already residing on my hard drive. One or two might make my way onto … Continue reading Caribbean Memories

No Escape

I took this photograph on Akroyd Place, Halifax. There clearly is no escape. Almost seventy years ago, just behind this building, there were some old swimming baths which we would be taken to, by bus, from our Junior School for swimming lessons. At the time, not being able to swim, I used to dread these … Continue reading No Escape

Accidental Beacons

This image is the result of two accidents 50 odd years apart. The first took place when I developed the film shortly after taking this photograph back in the 1960s - light must have got into the developing tank and the grass around this path on Beacon Hill, Halifax was bleached of its fifty shades … Continue reading Accidental Beacons

2nd October 2023

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.