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.
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.
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!
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.
Also on that trip to Bradford, I took a new camera: A Kodak Brownie Cresta 2. It was a little cumbersome at first, and after getting the pictures back after being processed, I can see I need to take more care with it, as most of the shots I took came back massively blurred as I was shaking my hands too much!
Anyway, a few came back looking great though, and I think this one is my favourite. It’s a shot of a fish & chip shop in the centre of town. It’s been there as long as I can remember, and is much a part of Bradford’s inner city landscape as anything else. I can always recall seeing boxes of Irn Bru cans stacked against the windows, peeking through the mist of steam on the glass from the fryer.
I love how chippies like this never really disappear, and whoever you are, there’ll always be a portion of chips or a cup of tea waiting for you.