Good day guys and welcome back to my tragic little channel. Now today the weather is a little bit overcast, it's warm enough but it's just the air, it's just not a great day to be out taking photographs I don't think today. So I thought I'd change things up a little bit and do something that I've never done before and probably will never do again. An actual buck review. When I say a buck, it's more of a picture buck that I have captions in it. I've got a small collection of falter bucks and this is one that is quite dear to my heart. My hometown is called Castleford in West Yorkshire, England. Coal mining, chemicals, clothing factories, it's an industrial town. What it was an industrial town I mean, all of the heavy industry now has gone. The co-covens have gone, the coal mines have gone, the chemical factories have gone, that's just the way it is now unfortunately. Two miles along the road from my hometown is a little village, a pit village, coal mining village called Freisten. The pit itself has long since gone, most of the houses have long since gone. What remains now is just a small collection of terraced houses and a bit of a pack and that's all I can remember. I've been away from the best part of 20 years now so maybe things have changed. There was one guy called Jack Humor. He was nicknamed Mr. Freisten by the locals. He was a former coal miner then he had a bad injury. He went on to become the village barber. The Jack Hum was born in Freisten village in 1906. For over 60 years Jack made photographs of the commons and goons, the highs and the logs, the ups and the downs, the people of Freisten village. Now in 1985 a small at school called the Yorkshire Arts Circus put out on appeal for photographs for a project they were doing called local voices. Jack saw this in 1985 and he decided to send a few of his photographs in. I think about half a dozen photographs. The guys at the Arts Circus were so impressed, they contacted Jack again and said, mate, have you got any more of these? Have you lost that? Jack replied, I've got about 10,000 more in the attic if that's any help. So the Yorkshire Arts Circus went view the photographs collated them, put on an exhibition at the Pontifract Museum in 1986. Over 10,000 people went through the museum to see his work which has since been shown throughout Great Britain and Europe. Now he bought his first camera at the age of 14 in 1920. It was a used box brownie with a few glass plates. He paid the princely sum of half a crown. From those glass plates, Jack moved on to shoot with 120 roll film and then the big change. In 1941, his first wife Lydia saved 91 pounds, which is around 1800 pounds in today's money. She bought Jack a Leica with which she shot many of his best pictures. He developed the exposed film in the pantry. He then printed the negatives using an Elijah made from an old vacuum cleaner. Jack was quoted as saying, I love taking photos. That was my hobby. I didn't gamble, smoke or drink or any of these habits you spend your money on. But the camera was my best friend. I'll be taking photos to the day I die. It has been my great love. Jack was photographed on the doorstep of his thrice and home a couple of years before he died. A passerby looked on. Jack looked him and said, it's alright. I'm Jack Jung. I'm famous, you know, world famous around here. Jack sadly passed away at the age of 83 in January 1990. Just four years after his work became widely known. Jack is long gone now, but his work will remain an absolutely incredible document of a time long past. I often sit and look through these photographs and I can't help thinking. These people lived in a much better time. Hard times, but better times. To me personally, Jack Jung will always remain a major influence, a major inspiration in my own photographic career. I hope you enjoyed this little review, guys. Until next time, on the Withers Better, we can get out taking photographs. Catch you later.