One of my negatives from the early 1970s. Unmistakably Brighouse. Sugden’s flour mill has the look of a distended Tower Bridge, and mill chimneys scrape the grainy sky.
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I took this photograph of Brighouse either in the late 60s or early 70s. It was a time when traditional industries coexisted with newcomers, and life in the lower valley was changing. Brighouse seems to have coped better with that change than many of its neighbours.
I took this photograph of Shaw Lodge Mills in Halifax in the early 1980s. Then it was dark and rather satanic, now it seems to have a new lease of life with shops, galleries and offices. It’s nice to see regeneration at work.
I must have taken this photograph of Halifax Piece Hall in the late 1970s: a period when the building was host to a rather shabby market and a flock of cold, empty, stone rooms.
Here we are, back again. And it wasn’t Mablethorpe, but somewhere a little more sunny. Exotic beaches and tropical cocktails are all very well, but they can’t hold a candle to the fifty shades of grey that you can find on a soot-coated wall of a Yorkshire mill. The Caribbean Sea may be azure blue and full of technicolour fish, but in this scan of one of my photos from fifty years ago, the Hebble Brook shines like silver and is full of masonry bricks and life. I can happily holiday in paradise, but I need to live in Halifax.
This is a scan of a negative I took over fifty years ago, in the mid 1960s. I can date it because of the rest of the shots on the strip of negatives – but even if they had not been there, I would have some idea of the date by the shape of the straw bales. These are good, old-fashioned, farmers’ back-breaking, rectangular bales which would emerge from the baler machines of the 1960s. Just about the time I was taking this photograph a young graduate student at Iowa State University was working on his masters thesis which incorporated a design for a baling machine that could produce circular bales which could be easily pushed around. By the end of the decade, the shape of the countryside was changing and my photograph had become history.
My brother Roger sent me an email earlier today complementing me on the new Blog lay-out, and asking me to try and feature more of my old negatives and more old family photographs. I am able to kill two birds with one stone because, by chance, the next strip of negatives awaiting scanning features family members – indeed, none other than my brother himself. The six photographs on the negative strip are featured in the composite image below, and they were all taken during a family holiday to Scotland in the 1960s.
The featured photograph at the top of this post shows Roger in a rowing boat, on – I think – Loch Levan, and holding a sea urchin shell which he had just pulled from the Loch. I am not entirely sure of the year – my best guess was 1963 – but by featuring the photograph here, there is a good chance that a comment will appear from my brother on the other side of the world, identifying the time precisely. Thus I will be able to date the negatives and kill three birds with one simple negative stone.