
Andy Marshall's Genius Loci Digest: 21 Feb 2025
As I sketch, the people of this town come and go – their conversations rise and fall. The bar staff change shifts; time dissolves, and outside, the timber framing stands unmoved.
This digest revels in the in-between, the transitional, the presence of absence. My camera with its dials and knobs and sharp focus has taken me into the blur of things. It has taught me that because things can't be measured it doesn't mean that it isn't there. The spirit of things, the essence of our places is as real as my shutter button.
As I sketch, the people of this town come and go – their conversations rise and fall. The bar staff change shifts; time dissolves, and outside, the timber framing stands unmoved.
✨ 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.
As well as appealing to my pareidolia, this face - this worn and weathered fragment of the past - embodies the words of St. Jerome: ‘the face is the mirror of the mind and confesses the secrets of the heart.’
Walking through it is a wonderfully absorbing experience, akin to wandering through Pompeii or Herculaneum.
Their survival would articulate a faith in the long view; it would signal that we still have the capacity to consider future generations, even when we are not here to witness the fruits of our labour.
After we discovered the WWI graffiti we headed back down to the nave in a kind of torch driven half-light. When we reached the bottom of the stairs in the nave, John tapped me on the shoulder and told me a secret.
My photography helped me become a sculptor of light after being plunged into darkness by depression and my camera taught me how to see.
The church lies deep within the bucolic landscape of a glacial valley, rising from the flat valley floor like an erratic, shaped by history, circumstance, and time.
The genius of this place is revealed in how its inhabitants shaped the land to serve their needs, while letting the land shape them in return..