There are some scenes I return to again and again: photographs I have been taking for fifty years. One such is the statue of Britannia which overlooks Elland Bridge from her elevated position on the roof of the former premises of the Halifax and Huddersfield Banking Company. Sometimes I try and capture her in an … Continue reading Britannia Amongst The Chimney Pots
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JOHN THE MATE
The time must be somewhere around the late 1920s. The place will have been Bradford. The man on the left is my Uncle John, who was a wagon drivers' mate. Not sure who the wagon driver - the one with the cap - was. The star of the photo shoot, however, must surely have been … Continue reading JOHN THE MATE
BEER & BUTTERFLIES
Stepping out of the rather splendid Castle Hotel (pint of refreshing Dizzy Blonde) and en route to the equally magnificent Crown and Kettle (pint of Vocation's excellent Bread and Butter pale ale), I came across a building that may have fallen on hard times, but somehow maintains a certain majesty. A good day out in … Continue reading BEER & BUTTERFLIES
The King Of Corsica
A photograph of mine from the best part of fifty years ago. Behind the market stalls you can see what was then the King Of Corsica public house, named after the German adventurer, Theodore von Neuhoff, who for a short while was the King Of Corsica before falling into poverty and moving to Soho in … Continue reading The King Of Corsica
Christmas Cheer
The sight of a grand sunset with the addition of some Christmas cheer is difficult to beat. However, the sight of a grand sunset with the addition of some Christmas cheer seen through the window of a warm and friendly 17th century pub just about manages it.
Gut Stopp
I came across this 1890 example of a boiler telegraph from an early steam boat on display at the Deutsche Museum in Munich a good few years ago. No doubt it was an innovative piece of equipment constructed to the highest mechanical and technical standards. To me, however, it was nothing but a pleasing image.
Graveyards
Things should fade away in graveyards: become less sharp and less certain. Colours should merge along with moods; hopes and fears become one. Graveyards are the breeding grounds of memories.
Cup Of Tea
There's a good chance that my father's uncle's wife's brother is featured on this old photograph of a grocers shop in Manchester. There again, he might not be. It's a nice photograph anyway. Anyone for a cup of tea?
Happy Times
This photograph of Sheffield was taken some 40 years ago when we lived there. It was a bright, bustling place, full of people and lights and a good deal of happiness. If this photo is anything to go by, it also had its fare share of buses. Happy times.
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