Friday, August 28, 2020
Memories, Thick And Fast
Thursday, August 27, 2020
Old Photo, Old Bank, Old Friends
The last shot in this particular sequence of negatives from fifty years ago focuses on people rather than places; but still has a fair amount to tell us about changes to Halifax over the last half century. I think I must have taken this picture from Old Bank, which was the cobbled road that ran from Back Bottom to Beacon Hill Road. I tried walking up there a couple of years ago and it was a matter of trying to find the remains of the road which were almost completely overgrown. If you walk up the old road today you are still rewarded with a fine view of Halifax. Fifty years ago, I was rewarded with a fine view of my future wife and one of our oldest and closest friends.
Wednesday, August 26, 2020
Rainbow Ripples In The Old Mill Stream
Friday, August 21, 2020
Rainy Days And Mondays
Thursday, August 20, 2020
Colouring The Family Tree
Wednesday, August 19, 2020
Greetings From Elland
Tuesday, August 18, 2020
A Lazy S
Monday, August 17, 2020
Where Houses Weren't And Mills Were
Sunday, August 16, 2020
Another Snowy Night In Sheffield
Another set of photographs from the early 1980s in Sheffield. Perhaps it was always snowing in winter in Sheffield forty years ago, but more likely these photographs were taken on the same night as the ones I featured a couple of weeks ago. The weather may have been bad, but it didn't stop people going out and about, getting their Christmas shopping done.
This was a world before on-line shopping, a world when familiar high-street names seemed as solid as the concrete boxes they inhabited. It was a world of crowded buses and glaring lightbulbs - a world long before LED's and lockdown distancing.
Thursday, August 13, 2020
Back On Top Of Beacon Hill
Looking back at my old photographs, it would appear that I spent much of my youth stood on top of Beacon Hill, Halifax! If it were true, such behaviour can be partly justified by the fact that the top of Beacon Hill was the nearest we had to drones fifty years ago. From there, you could look down on the town in all its glory – and as a lover of Halifax, I would happily defend the choice of the word “glory” with anyone over a pint or two. Words can’t really do it justice, so instead just look at the mills and the towers, the bridges and the spires. Who needs Florence when Halifax is only a couple of miles from the M62?
Saturday, August 08, 2020
A Trolleybus Through Time
Tuesday, August 04, 2020
If It Wasn't For The Trees In-Between
Monday, August 03, 2020
I Am Neither A Rock Nor An Island
On A Freshly Fallen Silent Shroud Of Snow
I Am Alone, Gazing From My Window To The Streets Below
Terrible Tragedy In Halifax
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