Wednesday, 29 December 2010
Tuesday, 28 December 2010
Monday, 27 December 2010
Thursday, 23 December 2010
My Christmas Sepia Saturday contribution is making a guest appearance on my Picture Post Blog whilst News From Nowhere is prepared for a New Year New Look. And what better way to celebrate Christmas than with a group of family and friends putting on a 1920s pierrot show. I remember asking my father about this photograph a few years before he died and he was able to name a few of the participants although he was not able to identify a particular time or venue.I made a few penciled notes on the back of the photograph based on his recollection and I have now transferred these to the following image.
Enoch Burnett was his father (my grandfather) and Miriam was his sister. Some of the other names I half recognise from stories of his childhood. The group would have most likely been associated with a chapel or club in the Great Horton area of Bradford. Whatever the performance, I am sure that the entire cast will join with me in wishing all Sepia Saturday readers a very Happy Christmas.
You can view all the participants in the Sepia Saturday Seasonal Open House by following this link.
Wednesday, 22 December 2010
|Old Lane Bradley Looking Towards Huddersfield : 21 December 2010|
This is the kind of frozen landscape we live in at the moment. But as of 1.00am this morning - the point when our central heating failed - the frozen landscape is not only outside our windows, it is inside the house as well. Huddled over an electric fan heater trying to think of ways of getting some warmth into his system, your festive blogger spots a bottle of Laphroaig. Happy Christmas all.
Tuesday, 21 December 2010
I can be fairly certain when this was taken and where it was taken. I remember the day well : that is my brother Roger on the left and me on the right. It is 1969 and we are in Maidstone Market in Kent trying to earn an honest crust by selling an extraordinary product mix of sea urchin shells and maps of the Upper Medway Navigation. I am not sure where the bulk supply of shells came from, but the maps where drawn by my brother. I was amazed to discover (isn't the internet wonderful!) that those maps are still on sale today although the price seems to have gone up a little. But I have no idea who took the photograph. Roger, if you are reading this, can you remember?
Monday, 20 December 2010
This is a photograph I took in Hull back in the 1970s. There has been considerable redevelopment since and few of the buildings - or indeed boats - you see here will look the same now. If the snow ever goes I must take a trip over to Hull to see if I can take a photograph from the same spot, but until I come back with the evidence you will have to believe me when I say that things change. And you might want to keep that in mind when you watch the design of this blog over the coming days.
Sunday, 19 December 2010
One can do nothing but admire the ability of the Local Authority not only to predict the weather we are currently enjoying it, but also proclaiming it - if not from the rooftops then at least from the roundabouts. As we drove home from a party last night the car thermometer was registering -10c at one stage. Brrrr.
Friday, 17 December 2010
Of course, an even greater delight of blogging is the way that once someone has taken up the relay baton, others come forward to join the team. So today I received an e-mail from one of my all-time favourite bloggers, Philip van Bergan (of The Thoughts Of Chairman Bill). His e-mail went as follows:
"Alan - would you believe it? My dad was actually there as well and also took a photo, which I have scanned. Seems your copy has been digitally manipulated to remove the evidence. Probably something to do with the safety of our boys in the Sudan".
So, before we move on, was anyone else's' mother or father stood on that dockside taking a photograph of the Lorna Doone? And what on earth will we find in their photographs?
One of the great delights of blogging is the way that you can post something and someone else will pick it up, add something to it, and pass it on. In this way, blogging is like a great relay race of ideas and thoughts. I received a wonderful example of this yesterday when, shortly after publishing my fathers' picture of the Lorna Doone I received an e-mail from fellow blogger Michael Stanfield which included the original photograph with the rope removed. Now I am familiar enough with what Photoshop can achieve but I had to look carefully at the new image to reassure myself that this was a Photoshop retouching rather than the chance photograph of someone stood next to my father who had managed to avoid the interfering rope. Congratulations Michael, a splendid piece of digital magic.
Thursday, 16 December 2010
My father took this photograph back in the 1930s. Long before the days of SLR's and "What You See Is What You Get" - hence the hanging rope. The "Lorna Doone" was a paddle steamer on the Isle of Wight route. Built in 1891 it lasted until the 1940s when it was eventually scrapped. But it gave good service as both a passenger ferry and - during both World Wars - as a minesweeper. Such a beautiful lady is worth recording : stray rope or not.
Wednesday, 15 December 2010
When we were in Cambridge a couple of weekends ago, we set off on Sunday morning to walk alongside the River Cam from Cambridge to Grantchester. For a time, Grantchester was the home of the poet Rupert Brooke and the subject of his poem about homesickness, "The Old Vicarage, Grantchester". The bright clear November sky burnt almost all the colour from the scene but emphasised the shapes of the leaf-less trees. And was there honey still for tea? I don't know, we went for lunch and to the Green Man pub. There was, however, a very decent ale.
Tuesday, 14 December 2010
Another delight about random scanning old negatives is rediscovering places you have obviously been to (you took the photographs after all) but have forgotten all about. I must have taken this photograph sometime in the mid 1960s. The port of registration is the first clue, but if you carefully look at the old fish boxes they also suggest Killybegs (which is in Donegal, Ireland) was the location. According to Dame Wiki, Killybegs is still an important harbour which sometimes plays host to cruise ships. Perhaps I will revisit the town after all these years.
Monday, 13 December 2010
The last of The Lad's 21st birthday parties last night. These seem to have been going on for months now. Don't waste your time sending birthday greetings to him - the date has long gone. I decided yesterday to make more use of my iPhone camera and I used it to take this photograph of The Lad and his girlfriend Heather.
Sunday, 12 December 2010
Looking out of my window and seeing the dirt-green grass and the macadam-grey road surface, it is easy to forget that just a week ago all we could see was an almost universal layer of white snow. But take heart all you lovers of black and white, the forecast says that more snow is moving in from the east.
Saturday, 11 December 2010
On my News From Nowhere Blog at the moment I am banging on about the way chance can lead you to fascinating discoveries. I must confess that chance also dictates the way I try to scan and review the thousands of old negatives I have accumulated over sixty-odd years. Rather than work my way through the negative albums in a logical fashion I will dip in at random and scan a chance strip. Today's scan brought up this picture which I must have taken back in the early 1980s. It was taken on the island of St Thomas in the American Virgin Islands. It is one of those photographs that comes with its own soundtrack, as soon as I saw it the sound of the Mamas and the Papas singing Creeque Alley came to mind. They wrote their famous song whilst staying in St Thomas at the house of Club Owner Hugh Duffy - ""Duffy's good vibrations, and our imaginations, can't go on indefinitely" - and the house was situated on Creeque Alley. I have no evidence to support my belief, but I always think of Creeque Alley leading off this street.