My name is Alan Burnett and I am an hoarder. There I have said it and I feel better now. It took a lot of doing, making that confession: indeed I wrote some notes on a large post-it pad in order to find the right words. Now if […]
MANCHESTER SUNSET : (c. 1983) A plethora of verticals. Enough to give you vertigo. Bisected by a classic English taxi.
I am taking a walk along the path where history interacts with geography and words rub shoulders with images – the vintage postcard path. The destination doesn’t matter and the route is determined by the random selection of old postcards I have bought at antique fairs and auctions. […]
LOOKING TOWARDS HALIFAX FROM OLD LANE The 1970s were a time of transition, when mill chimneys were being replaced by high-rise apartments and old beer bottles by fizzy kegs.
IMPERIAL WORKS, SHEFFIELD All empires eventually fade and fall. Even empires built on saw blades, hoes and spade lugs. Rusted into history.
BRADLEY ROAD, FIXBY The description “black and white” always seems to be underselling the medium. There is grey, of course, but there is also line and shape. And you seem to notice these two far more when your eye is not distracted by all those flashy reads and […]
The Theatre Royal, Halifax. Boarded-up, deserted. Tucked away down Shakespeare Street is the old actor’s entrance. Once the gateway to music hall, melodrama, classical theatre and opera it is now the repository for stale urine and empty bottles. A Shakespearean tragedy in Halifax.