Between The Fungi and The Fallen Tree
Walks in the Yorkshire Dales
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Settle Awhile
Drystone walls and Amazonian Forests
The Yew Tree
Church of St Mary the Virgin, Llanfair Kilgeddin, Wales. Survived the night in the van next to the church - only woke to take a pee. First light at the church is delicate. Cool crisp morning, dew on the grass, with the church silhouetted against the rising light. Blackbirds chirruping,...
Tales from the fog bank
I take a walk from my home up to Cheesden. At the Whitten, I gain enough height to see the Cheshire Plain, cloaked by an estuary of fog, flanked by Blackstone, Bleaklow and Kinder, and pricked by Manchester skyscrapers. The fog bank brings silence and serenity - it mutes the...
A shoot in the life of...
I'm happiest when photographing a church. Here's a short film about an evening (and subsequent morning) spent photographing an ancient church in the Lincolnshire countryside. I was lucky enough to have permission to stay over on site in the campervan - so was able to see the full life of...
A Pattern Language
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Midden
A magical quirk of nature
A Pattern Language
Just a couple of miles from Bury in Lancashire is a place that I’ve been exploring for over a decade: Cheesden, a valley that time forgot. It’s a deep cut thrutch, a gravelly, wooded vale of a few miles in length, embracing the industrial and agricultural remains of...
Hawthorn
Out in Cheesden there is a track deep cut into the hillside which arches the distance between a brace of mouldering Regency mills sat within the valley basin. It’s a route that has drawn me in for over a year: a deep gouged passage, scuttled with flecks of patterned...
The Holy Host
“That what each of us must do is cleave to what we find most beautiful in the human heritage - and pass it on ... And that to pass these precious fragments on is our mission...” Michael Ventura, 'The Age of Endarkenment' * It might have been a figment of my imagination,...
The Hovering Place
Snowfall in the valley that time forgot
The Divining Rod
There are some places that confound the idea of a continuous present. St. Michael and All Angels, Gwernesney in Monmouthshire, is one of those places. Here, it felt like the present and past were bleeding into each other. I’ve often wondered if these wuthering networks of light might hold...