Refined Reflections: The Best of Genius Loci
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.
If ever there is an argument for a building that might dispel the disbelief of a radio jock, then it is the Beauchamp Chapel at St. Mary's in Warwick.
I’m reminded of the thrill of the mudlarker and the detectorist when they find treasure; but surely these are greater finds?
..but, for me, on the dust spectrum - book dust comes only second to fairy dust.
Like the imprint of sand left behind by the receding tide, our absence etches patterns of meaning that linger long after we’re gone.
Like the imprint of sand left behind by the receding tide, our absence etches patterns of meaning that linger long after we’re gone.
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.
✨ Wondering why I ask for support?
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