
Andy Marshall's Genius Loci Digest: 7 July 2023
Stopping and taking time to observe is an act of faith in the material truth that surrounds us. It washes away the fake news, discomfort and confusion of present times and helps me feel rooted.
This isn't a list of the mechanics of photography - but touches more upon the process, the use of light and my experiences with the camera. I've found that it's the experience that counts - and there's over 30 years of experience diluted into these posts.
Stopping and taking time to observe is an act of faith in the material truth that surrounds us. It washes away the fake news, discomfort and confusion of present times and helps me feel rooted.
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.
MEMBERS ONLY I recently photographed the chapel of ease at Thornton-le-Beans in Yorkshire for the Friends of Friendless Churches. I thought I'd share my process with you so here's a quick video from my day....
And what is my best bag for photography after 20 years experience?
The sort of stuff I get up to...
This is a place of transition - between the land and the sea, between heaven and earth and between time and tide.
I decide to chance it. There’s an inch of snow. I take the tripod off the side shelf of the van and fix my camera to it. I open the side door and lose my footing as I step out of the van.
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
At the start of our work into portraits, I had no idea how this project would impact my understanding of portraiture, or the strong bonds it would form beyond my work, especially with Carole.
I work with patience and knowing. The years of failure have steadied my resolve and, as I weave through the gorse with my camera and tripod, my mind threads between the past and the present.
For those moments, something miraculous had happened. During the action required to take a photograph, I had let go of my anxious self. From that day onwards, the veil of depression lifted. Photographing the priory had released me from my mental prison.
Every time I visit a building like this I’m gifted with new ways of seeing,