Pegged out!..

Late blog today as I've been far too busy putting up my new exhibition. Looks bloody great too, with almost 100 photographs pegged out on washing lines, ready to receive visitors' comments about who the people in the pictures actually are! Ironically, one of the first shots you see in the McCullin film (that I spoke of yesterday) is of a line with pegs clipped to it, strung out across his darkroom to dry his prints! How's that for a good omen? Anyway, check out Twelve for '13 if you fancy seeing more from this archive. Meantime, I'm off to wash me smalls .. all this washing line's got me going!

Do you fancy a..?

Such a lot of bad news going around, so I thought I'd give you a laugh! This is an old Olympus XA shot from my 'Don't Miss This' period, shot on Church Street in my home town of Eccles. I haven't been down there in ages, though I remember that the last time I visited, a very helpful 'local' came up to me and suggested I "don't wave a camera around round here!"....

Anyway, busy making a new Jorgensen Wedding today. I absolutely love them! They're so classic in their design - plain and simple, prints under black mattes, job done! The Wedding in question was at Manchester Town Hall in May and, ironically, Saturday's bride, Wendy, has been looking at those photographs online since they went up. By my reckoning that means I'll be making her album next May, and that'll be another year gone!

Oh, one more thing! I've re-re-jigged my Wedding Photography video for YouTube, and it's finally viewable on those new-fangled Smartphones whatjummies.... Have a look, if you fancy it!

Ooh, Harold...

Harold Wilson! No reason! Just found it in my archives this morning and thought I'd pop it up! Must have taken it about 1980. Went round the back of the podium and shouted his name! (Gosh, the nerve of the young O'Neill!)  Anyway, read into it what you like! Politicians/Hard Times/Oil Prices/Europe....
By the way, he's pictured here with Lewis Carter-Jones, the long-time Labour MP for Eccles, the anniversary of whose death is, coincidentally, tomorrow! Weird, eh? Still can't see Wilson, though, without getting an image of Mike Yarwood in my head! Ooh, Mary...