This is the view of Dean Clough from North Bridge about fifty years ago. It’s in black and white because colour film was something you used for your holiday snaps or your Cousin Dave’s wedding pictures. It’s in black and white and grey because other colours would have been an extravagance.
It's a miserable day and I'm sick to death of sorting my room out, so I spend a chunk of the afternoon scanning some old negatives. The photographs were taken almost forty years ago on a short holiday in Robin Hood's Bay. I can still remember, getting up early in the morning and watching the … Continue reading The Mists Of Time
This is a new scan of a thirty-five year old negative of mine. Maybe it was the original shot, maybe it has decayed over time: whatever the reason it is grainy and discoloured. This, however, is what memories are like. I have no real idea where I was when I took it, and it could … Continue reading Somewhere In Yorkshire
Like a testing bed for science fiction robotic monsters, the smoke extraction chimneys at this Grimsby fish smokers create patterns against the sky. Black and white and little in between. (Grimsby Fish Docks, 1988 : Alan Burnett)
This is one of my photographs from the late 1960s which I took from Lower Kirkgate in Halifax, just below the then Parish Church (now, Halifax Minster). Fifty plus years later, the railway viaduct has gone, and the same is true of the pub with the net curtains that used to nestle under the railway … Continue reading Sooty Stone And Net Curtains
More photographs from Halifax Charity Gala taken in the mid 1960s. At the time, I was hoping to get a job as a photographer for the local newspaper, and therefore I was attending all the local fetes and galas, getting some practice in. I did eventually get the job confirmed, but then changes to the … Continue reading Memories And Old Negatives
Another shot from the same strip of negatives taken at the Halifax Charity Gala in Manor Heath in the mid 1960s. Even though the photograph is in monochrome, it is somehow full of colour: even though it is a still, it is somehow full of movement. I can't remember what they called this kind of … Continue reading Colour And Movement