Some years ago, I acquired a small collection of glass negatives - photographs taken in and around Glasgow between the early 1920s and the mid-1930s. Today’s image comes from that collection and shows the University of Glasgow and Kelvingrove Park. It feels especially fitting, because I’m travelling up to Glasgow today to spend a few … Continue reading Glasgow Days
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Shoulder Of Mutton
In a single handed attempt to save the fortunes of that threatened institution, the British Pub, I have decided to embark on a series of visits to public houses. Where better to start than the splendid Shoulder of Mutton in Northowram, the village where I grew up? Spreading over three adjoining buildings, parts of the pub … Continue reading Shoulder Of Mutton
Memory Road
This is a scene I am so familiar with that I can almost physically feel its presence just by looking at a photograph. And it doesn't matter that it was taken half a century before I crossed this road - on my way to school, to the bus, to visit friends - or that many … Continue reading Memory Road
A Grand Place
I started the week in Anglesey, and today's picture is from that time. So many things seemed to come together, to merge together and to mix together: winter and spring, sun and storms, the wild hedgerows and the concrete highway. It's a grand place, and it has left me with a strong desire to return.
Albert And Gladys
This is a photograph of my parents, Albert and Gladys Burnett, which must have been taken just under a century ago (it makes me feel old just writing that!). In his 20s, my father was a keen cyclist, whilst my mother was more of a reluctant one. By his 30s, he had graduated to motorbikes, … Continue reading Albert And Gladys
The Birth Of Aphrodite In Cleethorpes
There is something about the arrangement of the bodies - the way they stand, the way they interact. You almost feel that if Botticelli were seeking the birthplace of Aphrodite today, he would abandon the seashell in favour of a one-armed bandit. You suspect that Leonardo might seek out The Last Supper in an amusement arcade in … Continue reading The Birth Of Aphrodite In Cleethorpes
The Good Old Days
Ah, the good old days - before they dug up the cobbles. Back when Halifax’s Piece Hall was full of folk, with shops and stalls a-plenty. And, of course, the sun always shone.
Bank Holiday Monday
The wind and the rain have finally cleared, so I no longer have to rely on old photographs for my daily calendar. Happy Easter, everyone.
Wind In The Straits
Visited the Menai Straits and wanted to take a photograph, but the wind was so strong it blew my tripod over. So here is one I took earlier - eleven years earlier to be exact.
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