tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post1839441819838425320..comments2024-01-28T03:56:39.351-08:00Comments on TOM CLARK: Look Out Any Window: Alfred Henry Rushbrook, the South Side of Edinburgh, 1929Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-3613976902269203192015-09-10T14:06:22.811-07:002015-09-10T14:06:22.811-07:00Thank you, Maureen.
That's such a lovely phot...Thank you, Maureen.<br /><br />That's such a lovely photo, with the people at the windows -- obviously the photographer's visit, with his arrangement of the apparatus in the street and all, constituted something of "an occasion".TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-41686076080006139522015-09-10T04:24:11.051-07:002015-09-10T04:24:11.051-07:00The address of 14 Gifford Park Edinburgh is where ...The address of 14 Gifford Park Edinburgh is where my great- great grand father George Wright was a Master Confectioner at this address in about 1870. It must have been a confectioners establishment for many years.<br />Maureen WMaureen Whttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16346715087363466889noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-28515715310647702932014-06-23T21:47:34.696-07:002014-06-23T21:47:34.696-07:00Red and Terry,
Thanks for getting the haunting my...Red and Terry,<br /><br />Thanks for getting the haunting mystery and beauty here. This commissioned survey of a dying precinct, the only surviving work of note by an otherwise obscure commercial photographer, preserves moments of a disappearing life, the tiny figures leaning from the windows in these photos seeming to look out at us from a world that has already vanished.<br /><br />The predominant part of the quite large file consists of similarly composed shots of rows of bleak dark buildings, some with blacked windows, some with shops at street level and people about. The tenements loom as great shadowy traps. The shots I've selected are the ones with people in the windows. What else would there be to look for, as the shades of history deepen.<br /><br />Can it be there is a clue to the unknown secrets of Anthony Wynch buried in the rubble beneath the foundations of the modern city that has grown up over the ruins? <br /><br />For a comparative image of urban architectural claustrophobia, from the slums of Glasgow, some sixty years earlier on:<br /><br /><a href="http://tomclarkblog.blogspot.com/2011/11/tight-spaces-thomas-annan-old-closes.html" rel="nofollow">Tight Spaces (Thomas Annan: The Old Closes and Streets of Glasgow)</a>TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-14843933999815564072014-06-23T05:49:25.307-07:002014-06-23T05:49:25.307-07:00Beautiful photos. There's a stark beauty in th...Beautiful photos. There's a stark beauty in those old buildings. A mysterious uncle of mine, Anthony Wynch, was murdered in Edinburgh in 1955, and I've always wanted to go there & investigate the unsolved crime. But never have, alas. tpwhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05909239000589253931noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-57532337692630213622014-06-22T21:38:01.736-07:002014-06-22T21:38:01.736-07:00It was bleak and lousy, but, I suppose if one was ...It was bleak and lousy, but, I suppose if one was there, it was a kind of paradise to be fondly remembered. But, Jasus, it had to be cold and mean in winter.Poet Red Shuttleworthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06053848100740944133noreply@blogger.com