Filling Up

Let's travel back in time. It was the mid 1960s and I was earning a little extra money whilst still at school by working in the local petrol station in Northowram. This was before the days of self-service, so my job was to go out and fill the cars up with petrol. Occasionally I would … Continue reading Filling Up

The Man With The Hat

Someone once said that an image is a collection of lines and shapes that evokes memories and emotions (*), and if this is the case, I am addicted to images. Like any serious collector - be it of beermats, vintage tractors, or artificial limbs - I am always in search of new and pleasing images … Continue reading The Man With The Hat

The Bikers In Colour

For the last decade or so, I have been producing a family calendar which gets distributed to various relatives for Christmas each year. Over the years I have worked my way through many of the old photographs that chart the history of the Beanland, Berry, Burnett and Usher families. For next year, I have decided … Continue reading The Bikers In Colour

A Bridge Between Then And Now

Waterloo Bridge, 1970 For well over a decade, Sepia Saturday has been a place where lovers of old photographs can share their images. For the last six months, the theme images have been taken from an alphabetical sampling of on-line photographic archives. The image provides some people with a prompt or theme to match with … Continue reading A Bridge Between Then And Now

Albert And The Machine

This is one of my favourite photographs from the family archives - or rather the box of old photographs that has been given that somewhat grandiose title. It features my father, Albert, and a group of other mechanics, gathered around a machine that looks like a prop from a 1950s low-budget science fiction film.  I … Continue reading Albert And The Machine

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