Radiorails
master brummie
My first and only exploits with a camera were in 1954. When my family moved to Devon I spent six weeks in the Potteries. It got me out of the way and enabled the ditching of my BCT bus ticket collection and other things that youngsters collect.
I took many photos of pot banks (pottery factories), small entrenched parts of the Trent (rather like the Rea), Shelton steel works and some of the more impressive municipal buildings. In addition I got to know two delightful young ladies. Black and white of course.
I used my uncles camera and tripod - it was a good one as photography was his hobby - and used his darkroom to develop and print my efforts. On arrival in Devon I bought a cheap camera and continued taking some photos and developing and printing them but the interest in new scenery and subsequent RAF service at seventeen and a half put an end to it all.
I have never been a good photographer - my hands don't keep still - but my wife took many of our children, when they were young, using an old faithful box brownie.
I took many photos of pot banks (pottery factories), small entrenched parts of the Trent (rather like the Rea), Shelton steel works and some of the more impressive municipal buildings. In addition I got to know two delightful young ladies. Black and white of course.
I used my uncles camera and tripod - it was a good one as photography was his hobby - and used his darkroom to develop and print my efforts. On arrival in Devon I bought a cheap camera and continued taking some photos and developing and printing them but the interest in new scenery and subsequent RAF service at seventeen and a half put an end to it all.
I have never been a good photographer - my hands don't keep still - but my wife took many of our children, when they were young, using an old faithful box brownie.
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