Sunday, 26 July 2020

Nice Shapes

Just messing with images and colours and settings: and seeing what comes up. A couple from an eighty year old photo with shades eliminated to reveal just shapes. Nice shapes.

Monday, 20 July 2020

Power To The People

Elland Power Station used to sit on the floor of the Calder Valley like a mucky residue, creating black shapes against a grey sky. It's been replaced now by a bright business park; all very clean and the slightest bit boring.

Saturday, 18 July 2020

Dead Flower Head

A dead flower head. The stem and leaf thinks it's in the peak of health, but the flower has crumpled into a shadow of its former self; like a deflated brown paper balloon. On some of these mornings, I know how it feels.

Friday, 17 July 2020

The Leaving

It can't have been much more than four months ago when I took this photograph. We were on a boat about to leave Antigua. They were on another boat, also leaving Antigua. We waved to each other saying goodbye. Little did we know what we were saying goodbye to.

Thursday, 16 July 2020

Wheel Of Fortune

The Cleethorpes Ferris Wheel is hardly a "big wheel" and it seems to balance precariously on the sands rather than dominate the seafront. It is, however, a wheel of fortune, that has watched the changing fortunes of this Humberside town over many decades.

Wednesday, 15 July 2020

Hamburger Bar

Cleethorpes in the 1980s: out of season and tired. Back then, colour seemed as absent from the persona of this seaside town as meat did from the hamburgers at the burger bar. Everything looks a lot brighter these days; colour is back - long may it stay.

Tuesday, 14 July 2020

Three On A Boat

We can't do smiles like we used to. Despite our endless ability to preen ourselves in front of app-laden mirror lenses, we could never match the enigma-rich smiles of this unknown trio, captured on a Bristol Channel paddle steamer in the 1920s.

Monday, 13 July 2020


I think this is York and I suspect this is a bit of York Minster in a contest with the gable ends for visual supremacy. The photograph must date from fairly late in my monochrome days - late eighties or even early nineties - and it demonstrates that nothing does shapes like a black and white photo.

Sunday, 12 July 2020

The Power Of Genetics

You know the kind of thing: it is Sunday morning and you have nothing better to do, so you start the photographic equivalent of doodling. You find a photograph of your father taken when he was about 72, which, by chance, is your age right now. You take a selfie and merge the two images to see what you will get and you are suddenly reminded of the power of genetics. The past and the present stare back at you. 

Note to my son: in forty-odd years time feel free to merge your portrait into the composite. Note to my grandson: in seventy years time .... etc etc.

Friday, 10 July 2020

Roof & Sky

One of the photographs that nearly went into my surrealism submissions for this month's Three Cameras Project, but somehow it wasn't quite surrealistic enough. One can almost imagine this building clinging to the side of a local hillside. Your imagination is hardly stretched, your credulity is hardly exercised.

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