Memories tend not to be photographic: time smooths the edges, blurs the focus and calms the emotions. I must have taken the original black and white photograph of Southgate in Halifax around 1967. The new version - with a little help from Photoshop - is from last night.
This is the view of Dean Clough from North Bridge about fifty years ago. It’s in black and white because colour film was something you used for your holiday snaps or your Cousin Dave’s wedding pictures. It’s in black and white and grey because other colours would have been an extravagance.
This is a photograph of mine from the early 1970s. For a long time I wasn't sure where it was and I was going to categorise it as yet another of those "somewhere in West Yorkshire" shots. And then I recognised it : that is Blackley Baptist Church and the chimney is that of Wilkinson's … Continue reading Blackley : Smoke And Chapel
This is one of my photographs from the late 1960s which I took from Lower Kirkgate in Halifax, just below the then Parish Church (now, Halifax Minster). Fifty plus years later, the railway viaduct has gone, and the same is true of the pub with the net curtains that used to nestle under the railway … Continue reading Sooty Stone And Net Curtains
It's raining and I'm supposed to be rearranging the deckchairs in my Titanic study. This entails moving piles of papers and old photographs from one plastic box to another and finding more floorspace to accommodate even more plastic boxes. As an exercise this is up there with paint drying, and therefore I waste a ridiculous … Continue reading Making Choices On A Rainy Morning
More photographs from Halifax Charity Gala taken in the mid 1960s. At the time, I was hoping to get a job as a photographer for the local newspaper, and therefore I was attending all the local fetes and galas, getting some practice in. I did eventually get the job confirmed, but then changes to the … Continue reading Memories And Old Negatives
Another shot from the same strip of negatives taken at the Halifax Charity Gala in Manor Heath in the mid 1960s. Even though the photograph is in monochrome, it is somehow full of colour: even though it is a still, it is somehow full of movement. I can't remember what they called this kind of … Continue reading Colour And Movement