Tuesday, 9 June 2015

36 : Saving Women


Sometimes the digital scanning process catches things just in time, fixing the image for posterity before it fades into a mould-induced blur. I don't know who the woman is, but I don't care - she has been saved.

Monday, 8 June 2015

35 : A Smile As Familiar As Home-Baked Parkin


I think that is my grandmother, waddling towards the camera with a smile on her face. And if that is her, then that would be my grandfather Enoch walking at a detached distance. I can see something of my father and my brother in the face and the smile is as familiar as home-baked parkin.

Friday, 5 June 2015

34 : Taking Up A Paint Brush In Anger


My brother is a gifted artist, but my bit of the parental genepool seems to be lacking that bit of DNA which can represent a given scene via paint and brush. 30 years ago, whilst on holiday in France, I did try and paint something. What resulted was a disaster and I haven't picked up a paint brush in anger since. 

Thursday, 4 June 2015

33 : Thirty Shades Of Purple


A scan of a colour negative dating back to the 1980s. It must have been about 1987 and we were on a few days holiday in Northumberland. I am not sure what the fire in the background was but it seemed to fit in with the overall scene. Coal was being washed up on the beach and there seemed to be thirty shades of purple.

Tuesday, 2 June 2015

32 : Half Forgotten Names


A scan of a negative from my negative archives. On one level I can half recognise the house and even quarter recognise the man with the long white beard. But they are just outside my grasp like the half forgotten name of an old friend.

31 : Now Smile


A scan of an advert from an old newspaper and a reminder of how the public conception of cigarettes and tobacco have changed over the years. I can still remember that familiar design on the front of Players Navy Cut Cigarettes. Now smile - no: just shake my head in sadness.

Monday, 1 June 2015

30 : Long Gone


A scan of a negative i shot back in the 1960s. The viaduct is the one taking the line from Halifax Station to Bradford and beyond. The building in the background is part of the Bailey Hall Mill. The cottage is long gone.

29 : From One Hundred Years Ago


The last of the first set of glass negatives (I confess, I have bought another set). This is by far the best of the photographs and - given the location of many of the set being Bolton Abbey - I suspect this is the River Wharf. A lovely photograph - from one hundred years ago.

28 : Eureka - The Cavendish Fountain


The penultimate glass slide and the one which allowed me to pin down the location of the negatives. I did suspect that the first of the negatives showed Bolton Abbey but later ones caused me to go off the idea. But with this one the dedication of what is a memorial fountain can be clearly read - Frederick Charles Cavendish. The fountain still exists - and is on the Bolton Abbey estate in North Yorkshire.