This was taken a few nights before the famous "Bloody Moon", from where we sat at a restaurant in Fuengirola. Beautiful warm evening, excellent company, and a rare steak to remember.
Tuesday, 29 September 2015
In a part of the world which seems to be occupied by neo-celebrities and neo-celbrity watchers, these guys who plied the beaches attempting to sell counterfeit Gucci bags seemed to be amongst the few people actually working.
Monday, 28 September 2015
Saturday, 12 September 2015
I am not sure if I remember myself in this picture which must have been taken fifty years ago. We were on holiday in Scotland and I think this photograph was taken on the open moorland somewhere near to Glencoe. These days my camera is a bit bigger - and so is my stomach!
Friday, 11 September 2015
Fire Hydrants : In America they stand proud on street corners, icons of urban sculpture. Here we bury them five foot under and attach discreet signs on granite walls.
Thursday, 10 September 2015
Wednesday, 9 September 2015
Tuesday, 8 September 2015
I went to the Cumbrian town of Sedbergh last week. The buildings have a bleakness about them which might be attractive on a sunny day. But against a grey sky the grey stone is stark. This is one of the old school buildings. The motto tattooed on its side reads "Dura Virum Nutrix" which, I believe, means " Stern nurse of man". That says it all.
Monday, 7 September 2015
We don't seem to have seen much of summer this year. That's OK, we are used to it here in the north. It is a price we pay for green fields and windswept moors. But what summer there is has this annoying habit - just before it migrates south or wherever it goes for eleven months of the year - of paying you a brief and surprise visit, just to let you know what you will be missing. Yesterday was such a day.
Saturday, 5 September 2015
Some cities would be a bit sniffy about having an installation of yellow penguins made from recycled plastic bottles next to an iconic medieval bridge. Some cities might not like the way they lit up at night. The way they drew the eyes of tourists away from ancient churches and marble statues. Some cities would not have it. But Prague loves upside-down horses, chicken-wire washing and yellow plastic penguins. That's why I like Prague.
Friday, 4 September 2015
There can't have been many advantages to working in the mill. The hours were long, the machines were noisy and dangerous and the pay was poor. And because almost all of the old photographs we have of mill workers a hundred years ago are monochrome, it appears to be a grey landscape my ancestors inhabited. But there must have been colour - pinks, blues and yellows. There was when we went around Bradford Industrial Museum a couple of weeks ago. Surely there was colour.
Thursday, 3 September 2015
I grew up with wool. My childhood was spent in the West Riding of Yorkshire when the wooden industry still survived. Wool clung to the barbed wire on the moors. Wool spilled out of sacks stacked outside stone mills. Wool fibres floated on the drizzled breeze. Now they are a museum exhibit.
Wednesday, 2 September 2015
FOUND 1 : The joy of found photographs is that, whilst they provide a visual superstructure, you are free to construct your own backstory ...
2014.09S.21 : Night in Manchester - Scanned 35mm B&W Negative. (Circa 1985) It could be thirty years ago and it could be yesterday....
Carte de Visite : Studio of Harold Brown, "Artist & Photographer", Jamaica Road and New Kent Road, London (Colours by Photos...