Andy Marshall's Genius Loci Digest: In Pursuit of Spring
By the end of this journey - what will it know of me?
This digest revels in the in-between, the transitional, the presence of absence. My camera with its dials and knobs and sharp focus has taken me into the blur of things. It has taught me that because things can't be measured it doesn't mean that it isn't there. The spirit of things, the essence of our places is as real as my shutter button.
By the end of this journey - what will it know of me?
And thus I have found myself in a career where attentiveness is a necessary prerequisite. In the years since I started out, something has gradually washed over me - and through me - like wine through water.
All of this sits with me as I walk on through the rain towards St Bartholomew’s. What is it with the veneration of old bones? Perhaps we’re not seeking proof at all, but orientation – a way of touching the values Alfred’s story seemed to hold.
This little place that looks like a house stands as a marker in Britain’s incremental movement towards toleration.
It began with a visit to Lastingham in October last year. Since then, there has been a growing awareness of the spirit and art of place - not only to steady us, but to generate an overwhelming sense of hope and direction.
Welcome to the final Digest of 2025! ✨The Genius Loci Digest will be back again on the 9th January✨ Coming next year: In Pursuit of Spring Next year I’ll be travelling the full length of Britain - from John O’Groats to Land’s End - following the season’...
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 it’s here, at this first hint of light, that I’m always stopped short by the sight of winter trees standing in silhouette: its whole architecture pressed into sharp relief. I never quite understand why it moves me so deeply.
It is as though the earth during its infancy first carved out a fold - a hollow that sat somewhere within the realms of Fibonacci - a proportion drawn from the same geometry that threads itself through constellations.
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