There is an element of stillness and simplicity in black and white photos from forty or fifty years ago. I took this photograph of Charles Street in Elland around about 1980. Shadows shout louder than colours, shapes crowd out distractions.
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Paris, Halifax
Another of my photos from that walk down Boys Lane, Halifax forty-odd years ago. The wonderful Shears Inn is still going strong and always well worth a visit. Paris Gates sounds a romantic location, but I understand it was originally known as the slightly more prosaic "Parish Gates".
Colourful Calderdale
Another image from my brother's new book "The Calderdale Portfolio". A very colourful Sowerby Bridge Wharf with the iconic Wainhouse Tower in the background. The full book can be downloaded from his website : https://studiopublications.org
Muck, Soot And Industry
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.
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.
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