📍Loci: Ghostly Magic at Broadwell in Oxfordshire
I stand and wait and watch and, as the air is captured within the beams of sunlight, I start to see faces forming and dissipating in the haze.
I stand and wait and watch and, as the air is captured within the beams of sunlight, I start to see faces forming and dissipating in the haze.
J.B Priestley equated the time continuum to an omelette. Add Inglesham to the mix and time is a soufflé. Inglesham is like an odd bend in the road of time.
After spending prolonged days wrestling with the light through my viewfinder, I’ve experienced a kind of photo-serotonin effect, as if a transfusion has taken place resulting in an inner glow, unable to stop chattering; a feeling of being baptised with the splendour of it.
And having spent so much time absorbed in the optics of photography, it was on my journey to Carlisle, in my encounter with the window there, that I realised how singular this medium is to our isles...
My journey capturing photographs for the book Divine Light: The Stained Glass of England's Cathedrals.
I gave myself permission to stop and enjoy it, and to take time to photograph it, inspite of the curious glances from passers by.
✨ Many will feel the pull to hurry past these words, gripped by the restless urge to scroll onwards. But should you find the courage to linger, to resist the tide of haste, you will be performing a quiet kind of magic.
This is a place of transition – between land and water, between heaven and earth, between time and tide. On a quiet, sunlit morning, it feels like a place on the edge of something, caught between the elements.
I notice another map - this time it holds a different set of boundaries. There’s one that encompasses large scathes of England like a blood red stain. This is a map of Anglo-Saxon Britain and the blood red stain is that of Danelaw.
✨ Wondering why I ask for support?
An Anxiety of Memberships