Every Picture Tells a Story

I have just been looking back on the posts made back in my previous life on here. This section seems to have died a death yet there must be many photos out there that are worth sharing. After all, everyone now has a camera in their pocket (barring technofiles like Skippy). So here are a few of mine along with the story behind them.





This is Roxby Beck at Staithes. I used to be in a small fishing club at work and Staithes was where we used to go. The boatman Harold Armstrong was from a family that had lived there since the Viking days. He had run away to sea at 14 and had been on the Liberty ships sailing from America during the war. Staithes was a Viking stronghold and the little harbour was where the boats were anchored over winter. To get these shots I had to climb over the railings and lie on the narrow ledge. It could only be done at high tide in or around May to get the boats and the sunlight. Too early and the sun wasn't high enough to clear the cliffs. Too late and the boats would be in the outer harbour. The second photo was taken on a dull day so mono film was used. The camera for this photo cost a fiver from Cash Convertors.



This is Wentworth Church between Rotherham and Barnsley. When I was a police dog handler I spent half my life at Wentworth on training courses. We had the run of the estate. To get this photo meant being on the road near to the garden centre just before sunset. The camera had to be on a tripod as the lens was 300mm and would have been subject to camera shake. Because the sun sets on a diagonal path I had to guess where it would line up with the opposite windows of the church. It could only be done in about 6 days in the end of July providing the cloud cover was not too heavy and the alignment was only perfect for a few seconds.



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