Effie And Agnes Reunited

This is an amalgamation of two separate photographs that were within of batch of unknown old photographs I acquired from somewhere. The photographs are of a similar age and technique and more than likely they are the outcome of the same visit to a photographers' studio. There is a facial similarity which suggests the two … Continue reading Effie And Agnes Reunited

An Ingbirchworth Walk

A rare combination of blue skies and time to kill saw me take a walk around the lovely reservoir at Ingbirchworth - just over the border in South Yorkshire. I've always been slightly fascinated by Ingbirchworth, whose name always seems to me to have been formulated by a Committee. In fact, the meaning seems to … Continue reading An Ingbirchworth Walk

Messing About On Water Lane

If there is one thing I love doing, it is messing about with old images. Give me a half-decent computer, a reasonably warm desk to work on, and the occasional cup of tea, and I can occupy myself for a decade or two. There is no rational plan, no great scheme, no fixed objective: it … Continue reading Messing About On Water Lane

Sweet Bowmore

Sweet memories of a visit to Bowmore Distillery, just four years ago today. Or rather, pungent, citrus, stewed fruit with hints of damp wood and a very soft smoke, memories.

Gabe’s Moon

Walking The Dog

Standing on the top of Long Ridge, looking down towards Rastrick, watching the wind blow the sky away: man and dog in perfect harmony.

Halifax Framed

Smartphone Apps often supply you with a range of decorative frames to dress up your photos and present them to their best advantage. Trees provide a similar service to anyone who cares to walk the hills that overlook Halifax. Chimneys, church spires, and even blocks of concrete flats seem to sprout from the verdant valley … Continue reading Halifax Framed

Back Street, Bradford

I'm not sure what the official definition of a "back street" is, but this must get pretty close. It's a street leading nowhere other than to the back end of a mill; it's paved in stone cobbles polished by an endless acid drizzle; and it's empty other than for a tired car. I think I … Continue reading Back Street, Bradford