The most transformative event in all of my career as a photographer occurred in a little Georgian church in Warwickshire. All Saints resides in the village of Billesley and is reputed to have witnessed the marriage of William Shakespeare and Anne Hathaway. On a mellowing October morning, I arrived to...
Mark but this fly, the place it sits, in this my world and yours exists. These finials, these smiling faces, these ironclad spikes that stand in stasis. A common mould, but time has rent such change with cause to reinvent each cusp with differing intent. Andy Marshall is an architectural...
Do you see the faces, do you hear the faint knock, of the lives of our forebears carved into the rock? Can you sense the elation, the chiselled filtration of blood coursing through the vermiculation? Through texture and pattern, the pulse and the rhyme our streets and our places tell...
I’ll never forget my first sighting of the building that is Cheesden Lumb. It rose from a deep cut valley forged by glacial meltwater several thousand years ago. Beyond the facade, a weave of moss and stone formed an outline of former times. To the front, a more considered...
Can I make a stand for your faithful to-and-fro?
If you go down to the woods today...
A place that time forgot
All lit up at Avoncroft
The bottle kilns of the Potteries