I've been taking this picture for 60 years. I've watched the names change, and I've seen the stone soot-black and bleached pale. I've seen the Hebble flow fast and slow. I've seen carpets and spreadsheets, dyers and diners. Here's hoping for another year to keep watch over this glorious Halifax.
Tag: Scanned Negatives
Musical Conflagration
It must have been the same day as the "Fire In Halifax" photos I featured earlier this week as this image is on the same strip of negatives. This, however, is a musical conflagration courtesy of a brass band in People's Park, Halifax. By the look of things, the band outnumbered the audience.
Market Days
Brighouse is in the process of getting a new market. My photograph isn't of the old market - it's of the even older market. I'm not sure what the new building will turn out like, but I doubt whether there will be a corrugated iron roof nor tarpaulins stretched over banana boxes.
The Walkway
I took this photo of Elland sometime in the early 1970s. It has all the ingredients: kids running across concrete walkways between soulless housing blocks and Elland power station fading away into a memory. Those kids will be in their 50s or 60s now, and the power station's long gone. The walkway is still there.
Busy Brighouse
It's negative week. This is not some quasi-political outburst, merely the start of a week of new scans from some of my old negatives from half a century ago or more. We start the week in busy Brighouse where memories come by the car-load.
My Little Town
I think I took this photograph of Clare Street in Halifax in 1982, but it could have been anytime in the eighties. It is, however, as eighties as a mullet in a pair of leg warmers: those cars, those cobbles those colours. In the words of the great Paul Simon, "it's not that the colours … Continue reading My Little Town
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