☀️ Eustace Collection: Hadrian's Wall
As I cycle along the wall, I take in each stone as ballast.
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☀️ Eustace Collection: Wells Cathedral Light Refinery
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.
☀️ Eustace Collection: The Repairer of the Breach
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
☀️ Eustace Collection: Revelation
My recovery had something to do with light and something to do with its interaction with buildings.
☀️ Eustace Collection: The Sycamore Gap
The tree spoke of continuity and formed a shelter against the fickleness of the present. It told me that, in spite of the extremes of our current age, there are places in our natural and historic environment that are telling.
☀️ Eustace Collection: 1620
Weighed down with the complexities of modernity, I stand before the porch of St. Peter and St. Paul and take on the mantra of Bacon's Novum Organum.
☀️ Eustace Collection: The Whispering Knights
I walk around the outer edges of the circle (and pick up the crisp packet) - then cut through the centre, past the prostrate couple who are now sitting up and having a smoke. As I move closer the bright orange dot takes shape.
☀️ Eustace Collection: Doing the Lingua Loca
I’ve been involved in many projects by providing a photographic record of buildings listed for demolition - the loss of which - has been regretted with hindsight. Their demise started with a change of use and then a dislocation from their names.
☀️ Eustace Collection: The Northern Lights
I sense their flow at first-light every morning, when they arrive with their animals. I hear the same words over and over again: Dolly, Bonny and Patch. From monastic chanting to pedigree panting.
