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