This is an unusually personal post for me. I lost my Dad to cancer several years ago. I wasn’t ready for that – he still had more to teach me. He was an avid photographer. The last of his personal effects amounted to several boxes filled with slides, negatives and prints from a life long hobby.
One series of pictures I found especially moving were from two January days in 1958. He photographed his home town to share with his fiancee, my Mom. Here is a look at London in 1958.
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Thanks for sharing these with us. It’s interesting how many of these look exactly the same today, except for the cars. Other places are unrecognizable. But still, it’s London. Such a great city! He’s captured it well.
Thanks Wufnik for looking. London is wonderful…
I’m always fascinated by old pictures of places I know now (although I don’t know London, sadly). Here in Colorado, one of the biggest books ever has our premier outdoor photographer tracking around to find the exact spots where our premier photog from a century ago took some of his greatest shots. Then he shoots the same pic and the book puts them side-by-side. Incredible. I imagine a similar project in London would be equally revealing.
So the eye runs in the family then
I loved them, and partly because they’re all in black and white.
I’ve seen a neat trick a few times on a Russian site: old black whites have portions replaced with new pictures of the same place. The old Siege of Leningrad pictures with bits of modern St. Petersburg were eerie.
Thanks, Dawn. Very evocative.