This studio portrait of my grandfather, Enoch Burnett, was taken in November 1928. Enoch will have been 51 years old and working as a window cleaner in Great Horton, Bradford. He is joined in this portrait by his dog, Betty, who, according to family legend, 'was a good ratter'.

They were a legacy of the 1960s, 70s and 80s, as redolent of the times as any pop anthem or cult movie. Underpasses were the pit shafts of their day - cold and heartless, an assault on common humanity, temples of a subterranean subculture.

36/1001 : This is - or rather was - Halifax, but I'm not 100% sure where exactly. It was over 50 years ago that I took the photo, but I have a feeling it might have been Akroyd Place. I still have a fear of the area based on being made to go to Akroyd Place Baths as a child.

I've always been fond of pigs, there is a certain contentedness about them which I have always admired. I think I have to agree with Churchill when he said: 'I am fond of pigs. Dogs look up to us. Cats look down on us. Pigs treat us as equals'.

35/1001 : My quest to find 1001 half decent photographs before I 'click my shutter' finds me in Sheffield in 1980, walking through the park and discovering a strange geometric pattern created by empty seats in search of an audience.

You can decide which jet of nostalgia is turned on by this advert which I found in my copy of the 1931 Souvenir Book of Bradford. For me it is the vague memory of each local authority having their own gas and electricity departments with show-rooms in the town or city centre.

34. I took this photo of Halifax Town Hall 50 years ago whilst the stonework was being cleaned. I can understand the viewpoint of those who think it's right to preserve the industrial legacy of layers of soot and grime, but, to me, that's just like leaving an old master mucky!

Copies of my latest book of social media posts have just arrived from the printers. Following the outstanding success of the last edition I have doubled the print run to 10 copies. I'll be leaving most of these on the free books shelves in local supermarkets and pubs. Beware!

The distinctive shape of St John's Church in Coley near Northowram. It's the isolation of the church that has always been its distinguishing feature, it's as though it purposely shuns the company of houses and people. It's been there for over 500 years: who needs people?

It is the Parthenon of Elland. Every day, countless coaches deposit hordes of tourists eager to catch a glimpse of its classical lines. It's a building dedicated to the gods of municipal pride and self-reliance. It is, of course, Elland Town Hall.

33/1001 : These days you can get a drone to fly over towns and capture a photographic record. 50 years ago there were no drones, but in Halifax you didn’t need one because there was always Beacon Hill. This shot from the early 70s is like a memory map of the town of my youth.

The photo dates from 1948 in Great Horton, Bradford. My brother, Roger, is the one below the letter box . My question relates to the nature of change - what has changed over 75 years. Is it just the clothes and hairstyles that date it, or something more fundamental? Discuss.

32/1001 : THE GREAT WALLS OF NORTHOWRAM (1968)
Some naïve folk believe these walls were built to hold quarry spoil and flatten fields. But no: they are the burial chambers of the ancient pharaohs of Queensbury and Shelf, deities still worshiped by many in these parts.

This stone face looks out at people who enter St John the Baptist Church in Penistone. He, or could it be she, has seen so much: joy, sorrow, hopes, fears. Besieged by the Yorkshire wind and rain they remain watchful, perhaps waiting … but for what?

This is a small print of mine probably dates from the 1920s and I have no idea as to either the location or the identity of the subjects. Like all such photos, however, it is dripping with social history - you could probably write a decent thesis on this image alone.

I spotted this collection of rowing boats in Bridlington, more than 40 years ago. What struck me was the names: they all have everyday names of the time - like a roll-call of classic TV characters ... Karen & Keith, June & Ron. And amongst them all, is the Duchess of Montrose!

This photo of Elland Bridge, By-Pass and Power Station started life in the early 1980s, but I've messed about with it since then. They've messed about with the actual scene as well - the Power Station is long gone and some of the mill chimneys have lost their stature.

30/1001 : GRIMSBY FISH DOCKS
It’s the first chapter in the story of fish and chips: a concrete palace lined with fish heads and ice. The photo dates from the 1980s: a time when I would escape to the rare beauty of Cleethorpes and Grimsby Fish Docks whenever I got the opportunity.

Most car journeys of my youth would involve stopping for a cup of tea, either from a flask or freshly brewed over a camping gas stove. Here my mother and father pose with cup of tea in place, the Hillman Minx ready to run us on to the next cuppa stop.

The 3rd in a trio of images of the junction of Cross Hills and North Bridge, Halifax. Friday's was a phot of mine from 40 years ago, yesterday's a postcard from 120 years ago, and today's a photo I've messed around with from just 2 years ago. Old and new Halifax in all its glory.