📍Loci: If Buildings Could Speak: The Secret Life of the Ancient Church at Boveney
I am a totem to them. Without me they feel rudderless. They have imprinted me with their hopes and fears, their gains and losses, their happiness and sorrow.
Refined Reflections: The Best of Genius Loci
I am a totem to them. Without me they feel rudderless. They have imprinted me with their hopes and fears, their gains and losses, their happiness and sorrow.
Places that are rich in semantics are fertile ground for reinforcing community and helping it navigate the present.
There’s nobody else here, so I pull the camera from my bag and start to take some photographs, until I’m shuttered by an overwhelming feeling to strip back - to remove the paraphernalia of modernity.
Here in Paris, with his work all around me, I feel the cataracts of modern life thinning and, for a moment, the light streams in just as it did through the curved glass of my Grandad’s Beetle window, heading east into the promise of Yorkshire.
My camera is taking me beyond the threshold of time into the twill and texture of material that has been fashioned by human hands.
I plumped for Birdoswald and missed the opportunity of ever seeing one of the most photographed trees in the country. On 28 September the tree was unlawfully cut down in the dark hours.
"The peeling paint, the muted colours and the rusting iron is no more. Here time’s cataract has been removed, and I’m seeing a building as the Victorians first saw it. "
Across a building extruded from the Triassic and Jurassic this isn't just a parable of faith, but also the story of the cosmos itself and our part in it.
Each week I send out a short, fresh reflection from the road – photographs, sketches, and observations from old places that still have something to teach us. What follows is a moment from those travels. Northumbrian Light The forecast was good and so the shoot was on. I arrived at the...
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