There is something quite captivating about fireworks: no matter how many times you have witnessed their extrovert performance, their momentary ostentatiousness, you are still drawn to them. This particular display was at Almondbury Wesleyans Cricket Club last night. A cracking good night.
Monday, 28 October 2019
Looking at fine buildings in Halifax can be a bit like looking at paintings in the National Gallery, you get drawn by the famous and casually walk passed what would be excellent in other contexts. How can I have walked by Lord Street Chambers for seven decades without noticing them?
Thursday, 24 October 2019
I have so many memories of the Plummet Line Hotel, you could probably fill the old Tap Room with them. Back in the 1960s the family of one of my first girlfriends ran the pub. I remember going to the folk club that used to meet in one of the upstairs rooms. Memories, memories, memories.
Wednesday, 23 October 2019
There has been a greengrocers under the clock in Halifax Market for as long as I can remember - and that, I have to admit, is an increasingly long time. These days it is all colourful, light and airy: my earliest memories are of something darker and gas-lit.
Tuesday, 22 October 2019
Monday, 21 October 2019
The wonderful Halifax Industrial Museum has a loom set up for weaving the moquette fabrics that were used for the seats on buses and trams. The multicoloured threads stretch from the rack of bobbin holders to the loom itself, and the Autumn sun illuminates a woollen prism.
Tuesday, 15 October 2019
Monday, 14 October 2019
Friday, 4 October 2019
I spotted this girl who had been stencilled onto a concrete wall in Civitavecchia, Italy, a couple of weeks ago. There is something rather appealing about her - especially in the way parts of her seem to be peeling away from the concrete.