My Little Town

I think I took this photograph of Clare Street in Halifax in 1982, but it could have been anytime in the eighties. It is, however, as eighties as a mullet in a pair of leg warmers: those cars, those cobbles those colours. In the words of the great Paul Simon, "it's not that the colours … Continue reading My Little Town

Grey And Great

Shibden Soul

Bridges, Mills And Dreams

Walking Down Shaw Lane

Sensuous Concrete

The Indecisive Moment

A busy market scene in Halifax in the early 1970s. I seem to have taken several photos like this, probably in search of a Cartier-Bresson decisive moment. I never found it, but maybe came close to a few indecisive moments at the bacon counter.

Mills And Flats

There was a time when the mills were being abandoned and demolished, and new blocks of flats were built in their place. I must have taken this photograph 50 years ago at a time when Halifax was in transition. These days, the high-rise flats are being abandoned, and whatever mills remain are converted into housing. … Continue reading Mills And Flats

Solid (In A Liquid Sort Of Way)

The Hebble Brook is a funny old thing. It's not in your face, showy, or boastful; in fact, it prefers to keep itself hidden away as far as possible. It makes few demands: a concrete bridge here and there, the odd culvert or two. It just goes on doing its job, carrying water from up … Continue reading Solid (In A Liquid Sort Of Way)