My love of images is very much a love of static images rather than moving ones. I'm not a TikTok type of chap; I've never been comfortable with films and videos. With a single photo, you are forced to survey the scene and then focus on the content: the caller's microphone, the attendant's raised arm, … Continue reading That Look
Tag: Seaside
Bleached-Out Brid
Bleached-out sand and shadows as black as Whitby jet. I can still remember spotting this view in Bridlington over fifty years ago and thinking, "That would make a good photo!" It did back in 1971; it still does in 2025.
Memories Of Brid
The image is from a 1950s picture postcard of Bridlington. Neither the details (did cars ever look like that?) nor the colours are particularly realistic, but just seeing them transports me back to family holidays in Bridlington in the early 1950s. If you zoom in far enough you can almost see me and my mother … Continue reading Memories Of Brid
Solace In Skeggy
This has always been one of my favourite photographs of the East Coast. I took it in the early 1980s at a time when I was struggling with the gradual loss of my hearing. For whatever reason, those empty skies and forsaken piers seemed to suit my mood at the time. Somewhat strangely, I found … Continue reading Solace In Skeggy
In Search Of A Fish Supper
And so our week at the seaside comes to an end. It's time to brush the sand from between your toes, deflate your air beds, and pack your suitcase. As we leave, the sun sets beyond Cleethorpes Pier and the seagulls take to the skies in search of a fish supper.
Sea Fresh
Many old photographs seem to lose definition over time; detail is leached out of them until you are left with more of an impression than a record. Occasionally, however, you get one that defies time and creates a scene that is as fresh as a morning newspaper and as real as a stick of seaside … Continue reading Sea Fresh
For The Love Of Cleethorpes
I took this picture of Cleethorpes back in the 1980s. I've always had a bit of a love affair with the North Lincolnshire town; it's something about the way the land, the sea and the sky merge together. In any week celebrating the British seaside, Cleethorpes has to be included.
Random Art
A photo of my Aunty Miriam and Uncle Frank (how can you go swimming in the sea while smoking a cigarette?) and some unknown child. There's a Georges Seurat feel about the scene, and it perfectly illustrates how random old photographs can become works of art in their own right.
Bread Of Bridlington
Seaside holidays in my youth were spent at either Bridlington on the East Coast or New Brighton on the West. Bridlington was always my favourite: you could smell the fish and the candy floss and the chips. You could walk by the Sailors' Bethel, where they sang hymns to those in peril on the big … Continue reading Bread Of Bridlington
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