Another week gone and nothing left to show for it but memories. Memories, however, are far the best things to leave behind ... memories and another stack of pages from my daily desk calendar.
Category: Calendar
Ding, Dong, Bell
Ding, dong, bell, Pussy’s in the well. Who put her in? Little Johnny Flynn. And, meanwhile, Little Alan Stout simply walked past and took a photograph.
Home 5 : Halifax In The Monochrome Age
These days you can get Artificial Intelligence to add colour to old black and white photos, but if you tried it with my picture from 50+ years ago, it would never get it right. It would make the grass green when, in fact, it was a dirty seaweed colour, the stone would be rich and … Continue reading Home 5 : Halifax In The Monochrome Age
Dog-Eared Days
Like memories, old photographs age. They physically fade, get scratched, bent, dog-eared: they interact with life. So when we look back at old photographs we see blurred memories of dog-eared days. Was my fathers’ hair ever that long, was my brother ever that young? But what of the digital generations; those reared on pixel counts … Continue reading Dog-Eared Days
Away 2 : Boating Under The Pier
Boating under the pier is prohibited. So is swimming in the birdbath, cycling down the drainpipe, and painting your toenails in the coal cellar. But, when liberty returns to the world, we will be able to board cruise ships for trips under the great piers of Britain.
Found 1 : Walking With Confidence
FOUND 1 : The joy of found photographs is that, whilst they provide a visual superstructure, you are free to construct your own backstory on their framework. It’s like an exercise in painting by numbers; where motives, emotions, and destinies are the colours available.
Home 4 : Stone And Sweat
Halifax in the 1970s. Carpet mills rub sticky shoulders with toffee factories, and there isn’t a nail bar in sight. The colourful Quality Street images were for tin lids: these streets were cobbled in stone and sweat.
Kathleen Courtney
Kathleen Courtney was an Edwardian actress who starred in a variety of shows and pantomimes during the first decade of the twentieth century. If she had been alive now, she would have had a large Twitter and Facebook following, but given her time of popularity, her photograph graced an endless series of Edwardian picture postcards.
Primitives
There were a lot of primitives in my family : my great uncle Arthur was a prominent primitive, as were the Clayton cousins before they defected to the Plymouth Brethren. This badge, I suspect, belonged to my father - who grew up a couple of streets away from the Great Horton Primitive Methodist Chapel in … Continue reading Primitives
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