Friday, 31 July 2015

1344 : Of Aerials And Plastic Bins


A back street in Sheffield - I am not sure precisely which one it was. This was taken thirty some years ago. I suppose if we were to look at the same scene today, the old TV aerial would have been replaced by a satellite dish and there would be endless plastic bins lining the street. 

Thursday, 30 July 2015

1343 : Bankside, Bradford, And The Developers


I took this photograph forty years ago. When I was first filing the digital copy away I made the assumption that it was taken in West Yorkshire - it has the look of the walkways that linked adjacent mill buildings. But now I come to look at it again I am beginning to change my mind. That is brick, not stone, and back in 1975 I spent most of my time in London. I suspect that this might be Bankside, Southwark - before the developers moved in.



There are two photographs for the price of one today and my second photograph was certainly taken in West Yorkshire - in Bradford to be precise, yesterday. There is a common thread linking the two - and it isn't just the walkways in silhouette (I have never been able to resist shots against the sky).  This is a photograph of the new Broadway development in Bradford City centre, so it is Bradford - after the developers moved in.

Wednesday, 29 July 2015

1342 : Borough Market Suspended In Time


For hundreds of years, Borough Market just to the south of London Bridge, has nestled in the shadow of Southwark Cathedral. These days it is a very chic place, full of gourmet food stalls and organic whatnots. But when I took this photograph forty years ago it was still an old fashioned fruit and vegetable market, suspended somewhere between its Victorian past and its twenty-first century future.

Tuesday, 28 July 2015

1341 : The Sub-Tropical Waters Of The North Sea


It's the middle of summer. It's been raining for days. It's cold enough for a hot water bottle. When I was young the sun shone from May until September. We would go to the coast and paddle in the sub-tropical waters of the North Sea. They don't make summers like that anymore.

Saturday, 25 July 2015

1340 : On Sale Here

The street-side newspaper cabin. The little man almost folded into his cubbyhole like a bulging late edition. The Lincolnshire Echo: appearing each morning like the hazy sun over the Lincolnshire fens - until 2011, since which it has only made a weekly appearance. The folding flat-capped man having been replaced by a website.

Tuesday, 21 July 2015

1339 : Before The Mobile Dawn


You don't see many telephone boxes these days. Glass and iron boxes bolted to the street floor where you can conduct conversations in privacy. I photographed these thirty years ago, long before the hegemony of the mobile phone.

Monday, 20 July 2015

1338 : Benchmarking The City


This picture of Castle Market in Sheffield was taken over twenty years ago. It was probably taken early in the morning because the street was deserted and the benches were empty. If you went to the old Castle Market today it would also be deserted - the market moved to the other side of the city last year. Perhaps the benches are still empty.

Saturday, 18 July 2015

1337 : Mosaic Not Prosaic.


What a wonderful idea. A blank brick gable end would have been so ordinary, so prosaic. In place of prosaic, why not go for mosaic. It is such a magnificent creation, it has even been dated. I can't recall whether the bricklayer had signed it with is name in brick letters.

Monday, 13 July 2015

1336 : Becoming Consequential With Time


My friend Heidrun Khokhar asks why I would possibly take a picture of a hole in the ground (see Picture Post 1335). The real answer is that I have no idea, and neither have I any idea why I photographed this nondescript brick terrace forty years ago. But I am glad I did. The inconsequential becomes consequential with time.

Sunday, 12 July 2015

1335 : Bronco Billy On A 73 Bus To Middle Earth


I remember it well - it was the day that Bronco Billy caught a 73 bus to Kings Cross (the lengths I go to in order to pinpoint the year I shot some of these old negatives!)  Bronco Billy was released in 1980 and I was fairly sure that was the Lord of the Rings I spotted sliding out of frame on the right hand side. Which seemed very early for the classic Peter Jackson trilogy. But there was a 1980 cartoon version. Gotcha!

Friday, 10 July 2015

1334 : Castles Of Fancy


What did we dig for on the beach of our childhood. Worms perhaps? Or wet sand that could be moulded into castles of fancy?

Tuesday, 7 July 2015

1333 : Bodies On The Sands


I suppose the sun still shines on Bridlington. And people still go and occasionally sit on the sands. There are still old people who promenade along the front and there are still young children who eagerly fill sand buckets with spades. But what of the families? Gone to Spain I suspect.

Monday, 6 July 2015

1332 : Sienna In Grimsby


You can almost imagine the conversation between the town aldermen when the subject of the new docks first took place some 150 years ago. "We can use a new-fangled hydraulic system to open the lock gates and power the cranes". "Aye, but you'll need a bloody big tower to get a sufficient head of water" "Well, let's build one, and while we're at it lets model it on Siena Town Hall!"

Sunday, 5 July 2015

1331 : Busy Faces


Another photograph taken on a Paris street in 1973. What I love most of all about this one is that every face seems busy, preoccupied with life. That's as it should be.

Saturday, 4 July 2015

1330 : La Grille Des Departs

I took this photograph 40 years ago and it has long been one of my favourites. There is something about the 1970s cool guy sat at the cafe table watching the world walk by on their way to the Gare du Nord in Paris.

Friday, 3 July 2015

1329 : Climbing Over The Doncaster Traffic

SC01G-3 : Doncaster Overpass : Alan Burnett (c. 1981)

Back in those days, back in Doncaster, you had to climb over the traffic. Up steps that sapped strength - metal encased walkways up to the greyscale sky.

Thursday, 2 July 2015

1328 : Doncaster Patch


I can't remember the name of the pub (shame on me) but horses and jockeys come to mind. The alleyway seems like it has been patched up more times that a miners' trousers. It must have been the early 1980s, back in the days when miners had jobs and could afford trousers.