Oh you can keep your Rio de Janeiro with its Corcovada Peak, you can forget your sandy Dubai and its boastful Burj Khalifa, you can even pickle your New York City along with its Empire States: I always say that if you want a truly memorable skyline, come to Brighouse. The Sugden's Flour Mill, the … Continue reading The Brighouse Skyline
Category: Scanned Negatives
Bangor And Doom Bar
On old photograph of some even older rooftops in Bangor, Gwynedd. Reimagined during a spare lockdown evening with the aid of a pint of Doom Bar Amber Ale and some new Photoshop filters.
No Fuss At The Hall
I was looking through my photographs the other day for one of the old Northowram Hospital, and I came across this photograph, which I took just a little further along Lands Head Lane showing Marsh Hall. When I took this photograph fifty years ago, the 16th/17th century Hall was showing its age; towards the end … Continue reading No Fuss At The Hall
Sweet Reflections
I found this reflection of a gable end in the polished signage of Elland sweet maker and seller, Joseph Dobson And Sons, whilst I was sorting through some old colour negatives yesterday. The photograph probably dates from the late 1970s or early 1980s, and the sign must have been on the shop in Southgate, Elland, … Continue reading Sweet Reflections
Mill Chimneys Punctuating The Sky
Back in the olden days, when the sun shone every summer and when kids were happy with a mouldy orange for a Christmas present, photography was partly a chemical process. After you had carefully clicked a shutter - and, be careful, film costs money you know - you would disappear into a dark room and … Continue reading Mill Chimneys Punctuating The Sky
Sea, Salt And Sparks
There is something about seaside funfairs - something about the noise and energy of them, and the way that gets mixed with the smell of fish and chips and seasoned with gusts of salty North Sea spray. The dodgem cars add an extra sensory perception - that spark of raw electricity that leaks from the … Continue reading Sea, Salt And Sparks
A Fire In Halifax
I can't be certain, but it must have been around 1967. I had been to the Central Library - which, at the time, was perversely located about a mile from the centre of Halifax - and I was walking back to the bus station, down Hanson Lane. I had my camera with me (which was … Continue reading A Fire In Halifax
Where?
If you ask me where I come from, I will say Halifax: even though I was not born in the town. For the first five years of my life, I lived far away in Bradford, and we only moved across the border when I was five. Even though I wasn't born in the town, and … Continue reading Where?
The Arts Tower Is Long, Life Is Short
My calendar today shows a scene I am very familiar with as it was taken from the front window of the house I lived in forty years ago. Some of the Photoshopping may be new, but the photograph, the moodiness, the compelling shapeliness of the scene, all date back to my time living in Oxford … Continue reading The Arts Tower Is Long, Life Is Short
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