Other places commission large-scale public sculptural projects, be they Kelpies, Angels or cast iron paddlers on Crosby sands. We don't need them here in Halifax, we still have a host of monumental obelisks in praise of muck, steam, soot and industry. Halifax shapes.
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No Melange
I took this photo in Halifax over 50 years ago. Then it was soot, steam and slubbing: grey mills against a grey background. Now it's all serviced offices and digital capabilities - not a dyed mixed fibre in sight.
It’s Halifax
I must have taken the original photograph about thirty years ago, although this version of it dates from last night. It's a familiar scene: a mixture of concrete and stone, cast iron and barbed wire, chapels and mill chimneys, It's Halifax.
O.D.E.O.N.
You can say what you like about the building: some say ugly, some say daring, Pevsner said "jumbled"! Now it is just a sad and boarded-up shell. But for me it will always be six-penny choc ices and the Saturday morning Cinema Club. 2, 4, 6, 8; who do we appreciate? O.D.E.O.N.
Faith Demolished
Another of my photographs of Rhodes Street, Halifax, taken - I think - in the early 1970s. The call for faith on the church notice board was clearly short-lived: the church was demolished shortly after the photograph was taken.
Home
I'm home again. All that travelling is very nice: good for the soul and good for the spirit, but it isn't home. It isn't Yorkshire stone, Yorkshire mills and Yorkshire monuments. It isn't rain-rich trees and smoke-grained walls and folk that share a heritage. It isn't Halifax.
Halifax Town Hall
There is, of course, nothing "natural" about black and white photographs - they are about as fake as a Trumpian truth. They do however - B&W photos, not Trump - allow you to concentrate on shapes and lines and not get distracted by the extravagance of colour. Thus, the splendid Halifax Town Hall from Broadway … Continue reading Halifax Town Hall
Trees
A photo of mine from the late 1960s, taken from Godley Branch Road looking down on Halifax. I suspect I incorporated the tree because such things were so rare up Beacon Hill in those days. You wouldn't be able to take a similar shot today - you can't see the town for the trees!
Technicolor Grey
I remember the sixties and seventies in monochrome. When I occasionally come across one of my colour photographs from those days, it somehow seems all wrong, like a Technicolor film on a bad day. Whilst the streets were grey and the skies were grey, the fish and chips - hot from the fryer -radiated colour.
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