Artificial Intelligence (AI) colouring programmes are all the rage at the moment, and can be quite successful when it comes to adding yellow sands and blue skies to an old snap of Blackpool, or even a bit of colour to the cheeks of your Great Aunt Maude. The real test, however, is asking the AI … Continue reading AI Over Halifax
Category: Scanned Negatives
Rambling Along Neural Pathways
I was lying in bed last night thinking, the way one does, about neural pathways. I can't be sure that is the correct name for the strange threads that connect memories together, but if it isn't, it will do until a better one comes along. Like country pathways, they tend to avoid straight lines, and … Continue reading Rambling Along Neural Pathways
Boot-Caking, Door-Clogging, Welly-Wetting Snow
In my mind's eye there was always snow in winter when I was younger. That same mind's eye observed week after week of uninterrupted sunshine during each summer. It is, of course, all nonsense: if your mind has an eye at all it is equipped with about as much memory as a Sinclair ZX80 computer. … Continue reading Boot-Caking, Door-Clogging, Welly-Wetting Snow
Wet
A wet day in Brighouse, fifty-four years ago. Full of memories - donkey jackets, mini cars and Timothy Whites chemist. More resonant in these difficult times, memories of crowded pavements and social interaction.
Shape
Sometime, all you need is a shape. Detail is superfluous when outlines tell a story. This is my mother, Gladys, fifty-five years ago. I probably mis-judged the back-lighting, but I like to think that I was concerned only with capturing a shape.
The Trouble With Filters
The trouble with filters is that they are addictive; they should carry some kind of Government health warning. Once you have painted the sky orange and the sea green, there is no stopping you - you become as incautious with your colour palette as a Government Minister with PPE contracts. I have spent the weekend … Continue reading The Trouble With Filters
A Touch Of Colour
You need a touch of colour on days like today. Days when daylight comes grudgingly and brings a sleet storm or two with it. Days when you approach a pile of grainy black and grey photos from forty odd years ago and wonder why our memories never made it into technicolour. So, on days like … Continue reading A Touch Of Colour
You Can See The Teeth Marks
Another photograph of Halifax, and, almost inevitably, another photograph featuring Beacon Hill. Taking a photograph of Halifax without Beacon Hill is a bit like taking a picture of Blackpool without its tower or Hollywood without its sign. I must have taken this photograph from King Street, from the same position I took the photo of … Continue reading You Can See The Teeth Marks
Halifax In The Swinging Sixties
This wasn't a particularly good photograph in the first place: the focus could have been better, the composition would win no prizes. For the best part of 54 years it has been hidden away in my negative files, slowly collecting dust and fading into a relatively well-earned obscurity. There is, however, an inverse square law with … Continue reading Halifax In The Swinging Sixties
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