These rays of sunlight travelled 93 million miles to reach their chosen destination - the Albert Memorial Water Fountain in Queensbury - but it was a journey well worth the effort.
Category: Picture Post
25 Prints (3)
Here is the third group of five photographs which are on the shortlist for making into small prints for sale at the Arts and Crafts Fair. Again they represent the kind of familiar subjects I have returned to again and again over sixty years of taking photographs. This selection includes two of my favourite Halifax … Continue reading 25 Prints (3)
Snicket In Greetland
As provided for in the Treaty Of Stainland, my wife and I take the dog for a walk up Greetland at least once a month. Yesterday was the April walk, and the sun and blue skies made it a delightful experience. I took this photograph of a footpath that heads towards the Calder Valley, and … Continue reading Snicket In Greetland
Hands And Faces
A detail taken from a found print of a group of unknown women - possibly fellow workers, possibly from the 1920s or 30s. In the main photo they seem to be gathered around a woman holding a banjo wrapped in brown paper. I have chosen to concentrate on a small section of the group, which … Continue reading Hands And Faces
25 Prints (2)
The next five from my shortlist of twenty-five prints, from which I must choose five for a Church Arts and Crafts Fair. In each case, the mix is made up from old and new, near and far.
25 Prints (1)
Whilst I was at the pub bar buying a round of drinks, it appears that I was volunteered to create some prints to sell at a Church Arts And Crafts Fair in June. On sober reflection, I decided on a series of five small A5 prints, but which of my various photographs should I choose? … Continue reading 25 Prints (1)
LILIES
A vase of lilies stands next to my TV. With a slight rotation of my head, I can move from war to peace.
Funny How Things Turn Out!
Further experimentations to determine the cumulative influence of Photoshop filters, fine single malts, and having nothing better to do, resulted in this rather topical, post-apocalyptic view of Byram Street in Huddersfield. Funny how things turn out, isn't it!
I Must Return To Brid Again
This is unmistakably Bridlington: that harbour wall and those muddy moorings are seared into my DNA like deep fried haddock and chips. And, just as unmistakably, that is my mother and that is me, so the date must have been around 1950. As with so many old family seaside snaps, it is memory-rich. If spring … Continue reading I Must Return To Brid Again
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