Category: Calendar

Halls, Mills, Rows And Graves

My daily calendar images go on, even though my walls are now full and my calendar holder is overflowing. The last four days has seen an eclectic gathering of cloth halls, satanic mills, rotten rows and graveyard statues. As the calendar images appear each day they are a bit like digital tarot cards, spelling out … Continue reading Halls, Mills, Rows And Graves

Home 1 : Halifax Piece Hall

I decided to gather together some of my favourite photographs under a variety of headings: home, away, family, strangers etc. It is a pointless project, and therefore one I am particularly drawn to. This is the first photo in the "Home" category. I took it over half a century ago. It was home then. It's … Continue reading Home 1 : Halifax Piece Hall

Catching Up

We've been away for a few days. How strange it is to be able to say that: how quickly the unusual has become normality, and how threatening the world outside can appear when you have been locked indoors for too long. So we left lockdown behind and visited Chester and Nantwich: enjoyed good times with … Continue reading Catching Up

Dripping With Colour

Halifax Borough Market - dark and light, hard and soft, functional lines and extravagant curves ... and dripping with colour.  Come to think of it, that could be a suitable description of the town itself.

Town Halls, Sewers And Chapels

The Victorians were good at Town Halls: built with equal parts of civic pride, cheap labour and local taxes. Town Halls, sewers, churches and chapels - the Victorians were big on them all. Elland Town Hall never functioned as a seat of local government; but parts of it have been used as all manner of … Continue reading Town Halls, Sewers And Chapels

High Church, Halifax

The ethereal spire of All Soul's Church seems to almost float above the mills, shops and apartments, as though it's determined to grab the spiritual high ground. This is high church, Halifax style.

New Normality

A day out in Skipton - a return to normality of types. I am sure, however, that normality used to involve wild parties, exotic travel and racing through the sun-soaked countryside in an open-top E-type. Ah well, we had a cup of tea and shared a chocolate muffin and then came home for a snooze. … Continue reading New Normality