This is a photograph I bought in a job lot of old photographs. I have no idea who the people are or when it was taken. I have no idea what was happening to them or what would happen to them. But look into his eyes. Is that pain, or fear, or perhaps a premonition? I have no idea. And I think I would rather not know.
Monday, 26 July 2010
I have just scanned this from a slide I took some thirty-five years ago. I have been enlarging it, studying it, analysing it and deconstructing it for ages, trying to work out where it is. I am sure it is the lower Calder Valley and it may be Brighouse, but I can't get it to fit in with my knowledge of the local topography. Most of those mill chimneys will have gone now, gone from wherever they were.
Friday, 23 July 2010
On my News From Nowhere Blog I posted an old postcard of a Huddersfield park the other day and promised that I would go in search of it to see if it still exists. During the search I took this photograph looking down on the Holme Valley. It was raining and misty, but you can just make out the old railway viaduct spanning the valley. And did I find the park? You will have to turn to News From Nowhere to find out.
Wednesday, 21 July 2010
There is a point at which the steep inclines of the Pennines are tamed and domesticated. There is a point at which the busy sound of rivulets cascading through lock gates gives way to the peaceful sweep of rivers almost within salt-smelling distance of the sea. As I discovered during my Ten Square Odyssey outing earlier in the week, that point is near Woodlesford.
Tuesday, 20 July 2010
Monday, 19 July 2010
Scanning a sheet of old negatives over the weekend I came across this picture I must have been taken in about 1969. It shows Terry Buckley and Sue Gibbons who were, at the time, both students at London University. We lost touch with them decades and decades ago but in an experiment to discover how effective the Internet can be in re-uniting old friends I publish their photo today. If you are out there, let me know.
Friday, 16 July 2010
Thursday, 15 July 2010
|Cotswold Wildlife Park|
Tuesday, 13 July 2010
GLW (Good Lady Wife) : What are you doing?
AB : Taking a photograph for the blog. I will show all those bloggers who feature exotic wildlife in their back gardens. Wait until they see this.
GLW : But this isn't your back garden, it's the Cotswold Wildlife Park.
AB : So I'm not going to tell them, and I sincerely hope you aren't either.
Monday, 12 July 2010
Thursday, 8 July 2010
Those familiar with Box Hill may know of the strange gravestone of a certain Peter Labelliere that can be found there. The gravestone proclaims that this eccentric resident of Dorking was buried there head downwards on the 11th July 1800. But if I had a chisel, I would carve the full story on the stone : but it would need to be a fine chisel because what a story it is. Labelliere was a soldier, a friend of Edmund Burke, John Wilkes and John Adams, a outspoken opponent of the British war against the American settlers, a brave campaigner for political reform and a gifted thinker who predicted many 19th and 20th century inventions long before they came to pass. And he was a writer. He would write about anything. He would write frequently. He would publish pamphlets and send them to everyone he knew. I like to think of him as an eighteenth century blogger. Now he is remembered simply for being an eccentric and for being buried feet up. He had a logical reason for this however. Like many of us older people he believed that the world had gone topsy-turvey. He wanted, he said, to be the right way up when, at the end of the day, things returned to normal. Major Peter, I raise a glass of beer in your honour.
Wednesday, 7 July 2010
Tuesday, 6 July 2010
When I downloaded this photograph of thatched cottages in the Dorset village of Ansty, I thought to myself "I have taken that photograph before". After searching through my endless PIcasso albums I found the shot in question. Strange how the addled brain makes such connections.