Sometime, all you need is a shape. Detail is superfluous when outlines tell a story. This is my mother, Gladys, fifty-five years ago. I probably mis-judged the back-lighting, but I like to think that I was concerned only with capturing a shape.
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I've always been attracted to this part of Halifax: the steep hills, cobbled streets, brooding mills ..... and, of course, the delight...
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I've no idea who the child is or why the donkey seems to have lost its head, but that doesn't matter. It's just one of the pri... -
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...
This is a beautiful picture. Look, you even have the shape of steam from the pot. I love it.
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