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i'm really not a photographer, but i guess i just know what i like. a few found things is just that; a collection of random fleeting moments, caught using mostly amateur equipment and shared on here. there's no plan or design or whatever, it's just a bunch of pictures that i think look nice. hopefully you will as well. 

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Another shot of the snow, just before Snake’s Pass between Manchester and Sheffield.

Another shot of the snow, just before Snake’s Pass between Manchester and Sheffield.

Snow covered hills on the way to Sheffield via Manchester, just before Snake’s Pass.
I was in the Her name is Calla van as they had a few January dates in the UK supporting the amazing Cult of Luna, and I thought I’d tag along and sit on their merch desk. The weather had been really bad all weekend, but by the time the van headed for Sheffield, it stopped snowing, so we pulled over to appreciate the view a little.

Snow covered hills on the way to Sheffield via Manchester, just before Snake’s Pass.

I was in the Her name is Calla van as they had a few January dates in the UK supporting the amazing Cult of Luna, and I thought I’d tag along and sit on their merch desk. The weather had been really bad all weekend, but by the time the van headed for Sheffield, it stopped snowing, so we pulled over to appreciate the view a little.

A canal in Sale, Manchester.

A canal in Sale, Manchester.

Manchester again!

Manchester again!

Manchester!

Manchester!

The last shot I took of my little return to my homeland, this is a little shot of the train tracks at the seemingly always-deserted-on-a-weekend Baildon train station. It was great to head back to Yorkshire for a bit, and even though we had a mammoth 6 hour journey home (due to a flooded line somewhere near Hebden Bridge), it was well worth it to re-connect, if only for a day or so, with my roots.

The last shot I took of my little return to my homeland, this is a little shot of the train tracks at the seemingly always-deserted-on-a-weekend Baildon train station. It was great to head back to Yorkshire for a bit, and even though we had a mammoth 6 hour journey home (due to a flooded line somewhere near Hebden Bridge), it was well worth it to re-connect, if only for a day or so, with my roots.

Baildon train station! Lots of memories of this place… good and bad.

Baildon train station! Lots of memories of this place… good and bad.

Sophie at Robinson’s Sweet shop in the centre of Baildon. At this point, we were heading home after a long (wet) walk from Shipley Glen to the train station in Baildon, but I really wanted to get a snap of this brilliant little sweet shop that has been in the village for literally as long as I can remember. The day that goes, Baildon truly will never be the same!

Sophie at Robinson’s Sweet shop in the centre of Baildon. At this point, we were heading home after a long (wet) walk from Shipley Glen to the train station in Baildon, but I really wanted to get a snap of this brilliant little sweet shop that has been in the village for literally as long as I can remember. The day that goes, Baildon truly will never be the same!

Quite a good shot of the legendary Potted Meat Stick and some bunting in the centre of Baildon, just before we caught the train home.

Quite a good shot of the legendary Potted Meat Stick and some bunting in the centre of Baildon, just before we caught the train home.

Creepy old dodgems at the top of the Shipley Glen Tramway. I’ve always been fascinated/ scared by these things, especially when they’re not in use, and they sit there like an abandoned Victorian attraction… To be fair though, they’ve managed to stay operational as long as I’ve been alive, so they must be doing something right!

Creepy old dodgems at the top of the Shipley Glen Tramway. I’ve always been fascinated/ scared by these things, especially when they’re not in use, and they sit there like an abandoned Victorian attraction… To be fair though, they’ve managed to stay operational as long as I’ve been alive, so they must be doing something right!

When we were walking to Baildon train station, we came across the old Jenny Lane steps, which brought back a lot of old memories.
Back in the very early ’90s, I went to school at Baildon C of E first school here, but after Bradford finally ditched the old first, middle, grammar school tier system, old Baildon C of E (or Jenny Lane as it was always referred to) was bulldozed to make way for some flash new houses.
The steps are still there though, which was very weird - seeing a relic of a time long since gone still going strong, despite their new surroundings.

When we were walking to Baildon train station, we came across the old Jenny Lane steps, which brought back a lot of old memories.

Back in the very early ’90s, I went to school at Baildon C of E first school here, but after Bradford finally ditched the old first, middle, grammar school tier system, old Baildon C of E (or Jenny Lane as it was always referred to) was bulldozed to make way for some flash new houses.

The steps are still there though, which was very weird - seeing a relic of a time long since gone still going strong, despite their new surroundings.

Finally got around to developing the other roll of film I took to Bradford, and despite a whole 10 pictures that didn’t come out (damn you, old film!) the ones that did make it were actually some of the better ones I took that day, which is always nice!
This is of a sports ground in Saltaire, just along the canal - I love the kinda eerie stillness about the terraces - they almost look abandoned…

Finally got around to developing the other roll of film I took to Bradford, and despite a whole 10 pictures that didn’t come out (damn you, old film!) the ones that did make it were actually some of the better ones I took that day, which is always nice!

This is of a sports ground in Saltaire, just along the canal - I love the kinda eerie stillness about the terraces - they almost look abandoned…

The last shot I managed to get on the Cresta - my old stomping ground, Baildon. We were trying to recreate this picture of Baildon we’d found on an old postcard on some forgotten corner of eBay, but I’m not sure if we managed to pull it off!

The last shot I managed to get on the Cresta - my old stomping ground, Baildon. We were trying to recreate this picture of Baildon we’d found on an old postcard on some forgotten corner of eBay, but I’m not sure if we managed to pull it off!

This was taken inside the awesome Sparrow Bier Cafe at the top of town. It’d been opened a while back by Marko Husak, a fellow Bradfordian that I’d met on the gigging circuit via various dates worriedaboutsatan had played in Bradford over the years. Nice chap, and really great pub.

This was taken inside the awesome Sparrow Bier Cafe at the top of town. It’d been opened a while back by Marko Husak, a fellow Bradfordian that I’d met on the gigging circuit via various dates worriedaboutsatan had played in Bradford over the years. Nice chap, and really great pub.

Baildon, very near my old house where I grew up.
It had been absolutely hurling down with rain until we got to this point, just along West Lane, and so it was quite nice to see my old neighbourhood in the sunshine as opposed to running past it escaping the rain…

Baildon, very near my old house where I grew up.

It had been absolutely hurling down with rain until we got to this point, just along West Lane, and so it was quite nice to see my old neighbourhood in the sunshine as opposed to running past it escaping the rain…