A new batch of Victorian and Edwardian Carte de Visites dropped through my letterbox the other day and amongst them was this fabulous little photograph. Whilst most of such random purchases can only be captioned “unknown sitter”, this particular one had the addition of a pencilled name and date on the back. The date was … Continue reading What A Difference An “E” Makes
Category: Pictures From Nowhere
As Was
In those days, if you were going to have your photograph taken, you would get out your Sunday best, your chapel suits and parlour dresses. You’d wash your faces, comb your hair, and smile against a studio backdrop. Not this family, however. THIS WAS LIFE AS IT WAS.
Photographic History At Its Seductive Best
This has always been one of my favourite Found Photographs - a tiny two inch print of unknown origin with the name Ethel Johnston written on the back. It could have jumped out of William Boyd's fabulous "Sweet Caress" - photographic history at its seductive best.
Magical Moments In The Digital Developing Dish
When I fell in love with photography sixty years ago, one of the great delights was that magic moment when a print would slowly emerge in the darkroom developing dish. The closest to it these days is seeing a digital image emerge following the application of some complex filtering process. This print started life as … Continue reading Magical Moments In The Digital Developing Dish
Looking Up
I’ve spent a good part of my lifetime looking up. On the downside you occasionally walk into lamp posts, but on the upside you get to see some wonderful buildings. One such is the old Cycling Club building in Cavendish Street, Keighley which presents a magnificent stone façade to the world once you work your … Continue reading Looking Up
On The Dangers Of Sinking Under Ashworth’s Merrymakers And Their Like
I became distracted earlier today, turned a little too suddenly in my chair, and knocked over one of the many piles of old photographs that are stacked on my desk and the surrounding cupboards and shelves. Assessing the perilous nature of my surroundings, I realised that I am in danger of sinking below a tide … Continue reading On The Dangers Of Sinking Under Ashworth’s Merrymakers And Their Like
Knocking At The Door
I found this chap (preferred pronoun) attacked to my front door yesterday. Presumably it was knocking on the door, but being a little deaf, I couldn't hear it. However, on seeing it, I invited it in and took its photograph. Then it went on its way, leaving me with the photograph to remember it by.
Back Yard
Back Yard: A traditional Yorkshire back yard (courtesy of Uncle Harry's Photo Album). Grand Prix race track, day out for the caged birds. Stone slabs and washing lines. Jigsaw shed.
25 Prints (4)
The fourth group of shortlisted photographs for my "25 Prints" project contains the usual mix of new and old, and pictures from near and far. If there is a common thread to this group - and I didn't intend there to be - it is that they have strayed some distance away from the idea … Continue reading 25 Prints (4)
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