HALIFAX POWER STATION FROM CHARLESTOWN ROAD, 1967 : The clouds can't really have been that dark, the walls that soot-encrusted, the chimneys so stark. Time must have paid tricks on the film emulsion, or my exposure calculations were somewhat inaccurate. As for my memory, part of it says the sun always shined and the sky … Continue reading Monochrome Memories
Category: Scanned Negatives
Crowning Glory
This is a sight familiar to a whole generation of Halifax folk. I took the photo from on top of Godley Bridge, but you got the same view from the front seat of a Corporation bus. There was something quite cinematic about the constrained view as the bus made its way up Godley Cutting, and … Continue reading Crowning Glory
Yorkshire Day
I took this photograph of Halifax nearly sixty years ago. I have used it as one of my calendar images before, but that was back in 2021, and, anyway, the rules say that I can use the same image more than once if it is Yorkshire Day. So celebrate this Yorkshire Day with me overlooking … Continue reading Yorkshire Day
Questions And Answers
The street light poses a question - do we replace unsuitable old housing with unsuitable new housing? Can you throw light on the answer?
Industrial Gravestones
If you walk the cobbled streets of Halifax and other Yorkshire towns, you are surrounded by industrial gravestones, memorials to an age now gone, inscribed with the familiar names - the Crossleys, Akroyds, Shaws, and Crowthers. Beware of nostalgia - these were rarely happy places; more often they were temples to muck, work, sweat and … Continue reading Industrial Gravestones
Familiar Randomness
After a couple of weeks of themed calendar images, it's good to be back on the more familiar grounds of randomness. This means not knowing where I am going with each day's image, but for today - and this photo I took fifty years ago - I'm not sure where I was when I got … Continue reading Familiar Randomness
In Search Of A Fish Supper
And so our week at the seaside comes to an end. It's time to brush the sand from between your toes, deflate your air beds, and pack your suitcase. As we leave, the sun sets beyond Cleethorpes Pier and the seagulls take to the skies in search of a fish supper.
For The Love Of Cleethorpes
I took this picture of Cleethorpes back in the 1980s. I've always had a bit of a love affair with the North Lincolnshire town; it's something about the way the land, the sea and the sky merge together. In any week celebrating the British seaside, Cleethorpes has to be included.
Bread Of Bridlington
Seaside holidays in my youth were spent at either Bridlington on the East Coast or New Brighton on the West. Bridlington was always my favourite: you could smell the fish and the candy floss and the chips. You could walk by the Sailors' Bethel, where they sang hymns to those in peril on the big … Continue reading Bread Of Bridlington
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