Elsworth Rovers 1929

Elsworth Rovers football team 1929

This is the Elsworth Rovers football team (Cambridgeshire) of 1929-1930 after winning the Histon and District cup. Elsworth is a small town sited between Cambridge and Huntingdon and quite picturesque if you care to visit the area.  The photo was sent into me for restoration and was in very poor condition as you can see below. I suspect the picture was actually a mobile phone snap of the original taken in poor light which resulted in it being blurred. If you aren’t aware, blurring can not be restored no matter how good you are so I had a look around the net to see if there was anything else I could use. Surprisingly I found one straight away but it was from a local chronicle which obviously had copyright affixed to it. After merging the two photos copyright has no sway with ownership so both pictures helped to get the restoration looking really good.

Helston Rovers football team 1929The original photo of Elsworth Rovers football team winning the Histon & district cup in 1929-30.
Just click the photo to enlarge and you will see how bad it was and definitely needed the inclusion of the one I found within the archives of the Elsworth Chronicle.
You may ask why bother with this blurred one when the chronicle one was a much better quality. The answer is pretty simple in that you can’t use copyrighted material without permission. I discovered it was also embedded copyright so using both photos was not just necessary but also very useful when looking for reference points during repair. There was quite a lot of damage on the chronicle photo with things like inclusions and general dust and scratches therefore putting them together gave me that perfect result.

Restoration of Elsworth football team photo.The restoration.
If you enlarge this photo you will see how great the photo restoration turned out. I managed to sharpen it up somewhat from the chronicle photo and then performed all the repairs that were required. I put more contrast in to give it some much needed depth of field and added a few more touches to totally enhance the photo.
This is the names of the team line-up in 1929:
Back row – J W Throssell, S Braybrook, H Noble, W Sulman, T Fountain, W Parnell, C Tabraham, M Fisher, F Wayman.
Middle row – S Buckley, J Parnell, L Jessop, D Circus, B Wayman.
Front row – P Childerley, C Lambert.

Elsworth Rovers 1929 - 1930 in full colourThe final product.
Unfortunately my research did not find what colours Elsworth Rovers played in, though I’m quite familiar with shades on B&W photos so I decided on Gold and Black.
I doubt they were the actual colours but the team looks damn good to me and the customer so they are staying like this for the history books.
If you know what the colours really were, drop me a line and I’ll change them if they aren’t too drab 🙂

Family photo restoration

Family photo restoration 1970’s

They say no pain no gain. Never thought of that saying relating to restoring a photograph but I sure do now.
I had a visit from two lovely ladies who presented this photo to me asking if I could repair it. At first glance it looked moderately simple though on closer inspection it looked a bit of a nightmare. Many strange marks developed after apparently being under glass for perhaps 30 years or more. Looking at the marks I suspect they were caused by frequently cleaning the photo frame which may have moved the picture slightly over time.
family photo restoration showing damage and scan lines.


The damage was exacerbated when I scanned it in. It wasn’t possible to remove it from the cardboard backing which meant the scanner light created reflections all over the photo. So I had to dig into my bag of tricks and pull out a great macro that I’ve had for a while now.
It worked very well getting rid of all the reflections and also some of the small lighter marks.


The arms and legs on this family photo restoration presented a real task for me but with lots of patience, care and attention, I was able to clear most of it away.
Stains and scratches are pretty simple for me to erase yet marks like these in the photo took a lot more time.


Family photo restoration fully complete and ready for colourising.


Family photo restoration complete.
This is the end result, very much liked and appreciated by my customer which is the most important thing.
All it needs now is some colour. I love to add a little colour if the photo begs for it and this one screamed at me for that little extra touch.





So the family photo restoration is now complete and looking much more happy with the added colour. Looks great to me so I hope you readers like it too.

3D Mountain bike racing

3D Mountain bike effect with Adobe Photoshop.

I really like Mountain biking, mainly watching of course. It’s one of the greatest sports brought to us in the last decade.
I’ve made lots of 3D effect photos for people but they have always been of this ilk, see here. I wanted to try something different and maybe include my favourite sport into the bargain.
I have seen others try this method but most don’t really capture the idea of a 3D popup style effect. So here’s my attempt and it turned out a little more difficult than first imagined. Something I missed with this 3D Mountain bike effect was perhaps to include a little shading on the photo itself. By that I mean giving it some depth by adding shade to the border as it moves into the background. Definitely something I will add next time. I would also like to find a photo with the bikers head slightly more prominent so I can give that the same treatment too.

3D effect Mountain biker

Photo below is the original I used.

3D Mountain-Bike racer

Love Story.

Love Story, adapted from an old tale.

First of all an explanation of this Photoshop I finished today.
I’ve not spent much time with displacement maps so I decided to have a go displacing text over a couple of young lovers. I wanted to try something different than the ubiquitous face painting ones that you see all over the web so at first it was going to be simply a couple together mapped out in text. It then occurred to me that it might be possible to have a guy struggling to get out of a page which was a love story being read by a beautiful woman. He’s fallen in love with her as she sits reading the book and wants desperately to hold her in his arms.
So that is what the photo is about in case you don’t understand what I have done here. Have a good look at the photo, the text overlay is an actual short love story as I like to keep things authentic. And just for fun, you can read a synopsis of that full story below. Oh, and I changed the location to my local town, it was originally India I think.

Love story text displacement WM












Amendment to post:
There’s a question below from a reader which has prompted me to add a couple more examples of text mapping. Also you can go to this link for some colour examples Click me.

John Lennon with text displacement     President Obama with text displacement


Love Story (Adult).

After living in Royton village for just two weeks I took a stroll down to the River Irk where I hoped to sit and read my book and enjoy the view. Finding a nice spot under a tree with Royton Hall looming high on the hillside I opened my book and began reading.
After a few pages of my love story, concentration was interrupted by the sounds of women laughing and chattering about nothing in particular.
I was already beginning to like it here because a supple, young washer-girl was doing her laundry on the other side of the river. She may have noticed me – life notices life in these quieter parts of the world. It’s in the quiet you truly feel each breath infuse itself into your soul. But she never made any gesture to acknowledge my presence and so I kept visiting the riverside in hope that someday we would speak.
Today, she was there before I was. I had carried my book to accompany me while I waited for her to bring forth her delightful self. But she was already there. I looked at her for some moments, maybe a few seconds too long, and I believe she noticed me looking – she seemed too innocent, too naïve, or,  I must’ve been in love and my mind was playing tricks. But there was a beauty about her that attracted me deeply, and not just vainly. I thought, today I must start a conversation. She was on the other side of the river, though.
I sat under the tree, acting like her presence was a mere botheration to me – I wanted to read and I could do without visuals of a beautiful woman. And so, I placed myself at an angle where I wouldn’t face her every time I looked up. But, by nature, every time I turned a page, my head would turn left and glance at her. Initially, I felt guilt, but soon enough guilt turned to a longing for her acquaintance.
A few pages later, I caught the sight of what would be imprinted in my mind forever. I had turned to look at the beautiful girl again, and she was in the water fully in the nude, at least her bosom was. Half her body was blessing my sight, while her lower half blessed the underwater currents. Her breasts were firm and I could not look away. She was bathing, and I was staring. I was deeply drawn – I felt this girl was calling out to me. I must say though, I was a little taken aback, and for the first few minutes, I didn’t know what to do. Somewhere inside me, a bubble that believed this woman to be the innocent love I had been searching for years burst as well. Maybe, she wasn’t as innocent as I thought. Maybe she wanted the quick love that people in cities have agreed to forge these days. Whatever it was, I stood up and took my book, and left the riverside. I was at a loss of action.

I woke up early the next morning, It was around 8 am I believe. I got up, felt the Sun’s rays shower my wooden window, and decided to leave my home and head to the river. I was in love.
The path to the river took an minutes to tread, and the only sign of life around were the chirping birds who started their day before anyone else.
I inched closer to the river, my heart beating faster with every step. Just as I arrived, I realized my sweetheart was already there. A pile of clothes lay by the river bank, but there was no sign of her. I was a little perplexed – what if some wild animal had attacked her ? Or what if she had been swept away by the water? It was all too taxing on me, and my mind raced – until I finally saw her.
Her long, waist length hair was floating on the water, making a halo around her body. She was topless, and as much as I tried to romanticize the situation, a feeling of erotica overpowered my senses. This was the best start of a day I had ever had, and please, do not believe it to be vulgar in nature. Just as soon as she would come out of the water, I planned to talk to her. She didn’t notice me looking at her, but if the heavens had witnessed her extravagant lips, hazelnut eyes and divine expressions, a few stars may have fallen from the sky that morning.

She got out of the water and to my surprise, she was fully nude. It soon became certain that the girl bathed in the river every morning, and somehow, fate had sent me to witness the serenity of this wilderness. As she wiped herself and put her towel down to dry, I stood up and went to my side of the river bank only to embarrassingly drool over her deliciously firm buttocks. I looked at her, she would soon turn to pick up her clothes and dress. She turned around where then I could see the full delights of every mans darkest desires. I called out to her – “Excuse me miss!”
She was startled which bemused me as I was not in hiding at any time that I have watched her. It seemed as if she didn’t expect anyone to be there. She let out a shriek of anxiety, and then she shouted  “Who’s there!”

I had to soften her obvious anxiety as my deepest wish was to soon be tasting her glorious womanhood which was on full display to me. Her eyes were pacing everywhere around the riverbanks, but they didn’t look at me. Maybe she was too ashamed and embarrassed to look me in the eye.  I shouted, “Don’t worry. I didn’t mean any embarrassment!”
“You were watching me bathing?”
I wanted to be honest. “You are the most beautiful being I have ever seen.” “I have yearned to hold you in my arms and make love to you on this very spot”.
Please, go away, she shouted. Again, her eyes looked everywhere but at me.  Why didn’t she just look at me ?
“Look, just go away ! Or I’ll call my father ! You are not supposed to be here !”
“I want to talk to you!” Can I come across to you? Do you mind?”
“Of course I mind! I’m not wearing any clothes ! Don’t you know this part of the river is reserved for me ??”
She still wasn’t looking into my eyes, her gaze was every where but upon me.
“I’m sorry if I’ve upset you so. You’re just…so…beautiful and I want only to kiss every part of your body”
Then something started to dawn on me. The girl was silent. She said no words. She quickly picked up her clothes taunting me yet again with that wonderful bottom I wanted to have. And in her own style of movement, she walked away back into the bushes where she had come from. She had to feel every step before she took it. I realized what made the girl this way. Her movement gave her away.

She was blind.
The very next morning I announced myself in the correct manner at her home, Royton Hall. After a full embarrassing explanation of the past weeks events her father accepted my apologies and with the ladies permission and acceptance of my story , I walked her down to the river where she liked to bathe.
After chatting and laughing about my whole story and my deepest desires for her she suddenly undressed right in front of me and stepped into the river.
Beckoning me to join her aroused me to the point I most honestly thought my manhood would burst. She hugged me tight and kissed me on the lips whilst her hands went in search of my joy.
For what must have been a full four hours we did what some would call fornication, both in the river and on the grass. I will tell you now that our love making was surely blessed by God. We were soul mates before we ever touched each other.
This is my love story. We are now married, two children and a very happy life. We never miss a chance to go down to our favourite place by the river…….

Darwen Day School 1913

Darwen Day School 1913, Shield and Baker cup winners.

Darwen day school 1913


The photo here shows the Darwen Day School 1913, Shield and Baker cup winners.
I have restored it as much as possible retagging the photo, rebuilding the all important shield and cup. The gent on the left was in bad condition but he looks pretty good now.



Darwen day school winners of the Baker cup and shield which must have been important in those days.

The original photo, as you can see, was badly damaged and almost at the end of its life. Perhaps not many people will recall the Darwen Day School 1913, Shield and Baker cup winners but at least the photo will now survive.





Small snippet about Darwen taken from Wikipedia:

The area around Darwen has been inhabited since the early Bronze age, and the remains of a Barrow from approximately 2000 BC have been partially restored at the Ashleigh Barrow in Whitehall. Artefacts including a bronze dagger and urns containing human ashes were found, and a small number of these finds are now on display at Darwen Library Theatre. The Romans once had a force in Lancashire, and a Roman road is visible on the Ordnance survey map of the area. Mediaeval Darwen was tiny; little or nothing survives. One of the earliest remaining buildings is a farmhouse at Bury Fold, dated 1675. Whitehall Cottage is thought to be the oldest house in the town, and was mostly built in the 17th and 18th centuries but contains a chimney piece dated 1557.