Cowside and Upper Langstrothdale in glorious VR.
Yorkshire Dales
In the late 1990's I had a breakdown that ultimately led me, through a journey that took me away from depression, to a new career in photography. What made all the grit of the dark days worthwhile was that I was left with something that felt like a pearl - a new way of seeing and interacting with things - more sensual, emotive and visual. These posts explore different ways of seeing and experiencing our world.
Yorkshire Dales
Your poets saw darkness here, and nothing more, but in the cerulean sky we are mirrors catching the sun.
If an alien did walk these rooms, it might wonder whether human beings build in a fever-dream of fragments
This is how the masons who built this place would have seen it – and now this realm of rarified air, this dwelling place of angels, is soon to be joined by a humbled human being.
A little church in Warwickshire - a place beyond the ratings.
Here in Paris, with his work all around me, I feel the cataracts of modern life thinning...
Part of the joy I feel as I sit with a vin rouge, watching life ripple through the square, is a deeper sense of connection and gratitude
That moment got my cognitive juices flowing. I began to wonder: if a single face could hold such depth, what might happen if I tried to capture it line by line in my sketchbook?
What we all realised today is that our high streets are not just places to shop – the buildings that line them are repositories of memory. They tell stories about the people of the past: what we loved, how we coped, how we engaged with the world.
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