
Andy Marshall's Genius Loci Digest 26 May 2023
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.
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.
The fabric is mainly C12th and C15th but the paint scheme is of the 1870's from the hand of the incumbent at the time.
The stylistic formality of classicism is embossed upon the jaunty angled village vernacular of a planned town of the C12th.
Andy Marshall's Treasure Hoard Gazetteer
Material Culture in Abstract From the sublime to the (supposedly) mundane - our material culture throughout the British Isles is a palimpsest of artefacts that reflect our endeavour to create beautiful things from every material at hand. This post records our material culture in abstract. MEMBERS ONLY...
Every time I visit a building like this I’m gifted with new ways of seeing,
Welcome! I’m an architectural photographer and writer. On my van-life travels through the British Isles I’m building up a word and photo-hoard of material culture that celebrates the value and distinctiveness of our built heritage and contributes to a sense of place.
Welcome! I’m an architectural photographer and writer. On my van-life travels through the British Isles I’m building up a word and photo-hoard of material culture that celebrates the value and distinctiveness of our built heritage and contributes to a sense of place.My van is my time-machine, it
"The light was astonishing today, the air whitening the sunlight, the cold burnishing the blue, the light like absence of smell in the air, both bright and bleaching. There seemed to be no dapple, no interplay of shadow and light. In the sun there was glittering, blintering blaze with a stark radian
"We construct human realities around the things we make and build. We give them names and identities that are bound up with what they used to be, or what we wish them to be, or what we think they’re for." Richard Smyth: An Indifference of Birds.