A Year in the Life: 25 April 2022
I feel exposed. I want to be in the thick of wattle and daub and hand made clay brick.
a year in the life
A Year in the life of an architectural photographer in his time-travelling camper van.
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A Year in the Life: 17 April 2022
Laithe, henge and church. I can’t help but think that these standing stones are of equal measure.
A Year in the Life: 13 April 2022
Somebody has made noble the mundane brick and jammed its magic into artifice. Beyond the styling, the bricks are defined by their texture and hue.
A Year in the Life: 2 April 2022
We sit beside the porch and take in the churchyard. Whilst we rest, billows of dust plume out of the porch entrance. The dust-busters are in.
A Year in the Life: 23 Mar 2022
I’m there first thing and I feel anxious - there’s an overwhelming sense of inertia. I walk out into the churchyard to gather my thoughts and catch a dash of red text on a gravestone silhouetted against the rising tide at Y Foryd.
A Year in the Life: 19 Mar 2022
The early morning light is dancing around the stone carvings. It’s the foliate sculpture that renders this space a marvel of the Gothic genre.
A Year in the Life: 12 Mar 2022
I notice the ridge finial detail - it curves downwards and cups the gable - it reminds me of Sir Basil Spence’s Coventry Cathedral. The covered entrance at Coventry echoes the protective curve of the barn finial.
A Year in the Life: 6 Mar 2022
The landscape here is storied with several thousand years of human interaction. Its narrative unfolds from a single visual perspective and can, on occasion, jolt the senses from one extreme to another.
A Year in the Life: 1 Mar 2022
On winter days like this the gateways throw their light out like a net and those that are caught are subject to fanciful thoughts.
A Year in the Life: 10 Feb 2022
Because I work from a camper van, I’m used to the odd flannel wash, and there has been occasions where I’ve missed that procedure all together...
A Year in the Life: 2 Feb 2022
Deeply troubled by world events, I set about basic tasks in the hope that, out of this simple act, I might find something that offers up the best of humanity.
A Year in the Life: 23 Jan 2022
As I walk along the paving, I can hear their bikes whining. Then there’s a shout behind me, but before I get a chance to turn around, I’m subject to an act of simultaneous aggression.