Like many a northern industrial town, Keighley is dotted with public parks either presented to the towns by local businessmen during the age of Victorian philanthropy or purchased by public subscription by citizens anxious to enhance their surroundings. My picture comes from an early postcard and features Victoria Park and its mansion. Somehow I can't see the Musks and the Bezos's of these days doing the same thing.
Diana The Huntress is about to draw an arrow from her quiver and shoot a passing deer cantering along Park Road at the bottom of People's Park in Halifax. Those familiar with the statue today will note that she's lost a bit of her arm since I took this photograph 60 years ago. Please Note: no deers were injured in the writing of this post.
This is the photograph that my Uncle Frank and Auntie Miriam sent around to all their friends at Christmas 1938. It's a studio shot and I've no evidence that they were committed ballroom dancers. I may be doing them an injustice and it may be that many of the sprung ballroom floors of pre-war Bradford were put to the test by their performances.
A photograph from the 1980s which was a bit of a Dark Age in terms of my own photographic history. Colour film meant loss of control, and that control didn't return until I switched to digital photography at the turn of the century. Now I can scan those colour negatives and mess with them - and shed some light on the Dark Ages.
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