I am not certain where I took this photograph. It is somewhere in West Yorkshire, that's for sure, and I must have taken it about 30 or 40 years ago. As so often in this part of the world it is the roof line that is the centre of attention. Shapes fight shapes, orientations have a pleasing diversity, and ostentation is a stranger to these lands and these times. With its grey skies and black earth, all the attention is concentrated on a strip of activity - like the legs of an Irish dancer.
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Annie Burnett And The Dead Fox Marker
This is a photograph of my Auntie Annie - Annie Elizabeth Burnett who, in October 1933, became Annie Moore. My guess is that this particular...

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Y ou can spend too long sat inside reading old newspapers and cataloguing old postcards. There comes a time in the affairs of man when he s...
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The Lad is back. He had been skiing in France and got stuck for a time when the ports of Calais and Dover were closed by the snow and cold....
Your words sing music for the photograph. It looks depressing.
ReplyDeleteThis photo is full of character, Alan. The car looks vaguely familiar - an Avenger maybe? Jo
ReplyDeleteThat's a great title; nice shot too.
ReplyDeleteI like the metaphor you use to describe this location. There must have been many of them that looked exactly the same.
ReplyDeleteA splendid turn of phrase. The B&W tone is always better suited for these images from the grey north.
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