
☀️ Eustace Collection: Hadrian's Wall
As I cycle along the wall, I take in each stone as ballast.
Architecture, photography and its relationship to mental health and wellbeing from my own perspective.
As I cycle along the wall, I take in each stone as ballast.
My recovery had something to do with light and something to do with its interaction with buildings.
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.
I tell myself that it will pass, but whilst it’s here, I decide to turn my troubles into alms and take advantage of my super-senses.
For a moment, I disappear: Andy Marshall the frustrated and entitled photographer, the writer, the anxiety ridden camper-van-camino chap - completely disappears.
You are not on your own, and I list the posts below as much as to share my experiences rather than as a panacea. We're all in this together, especially in these uncertain times.
Welcome! I’m an architectural photographer and writer. On my van-life travels through the British Isles I’m building up a word and photo-hoard of material culture that celebrates the value and distinctiveness of our built heritage and contributes to a sense of place.My van is my time-machine, it
For those moments, something miraculous had happened. During the action required to take a photograph, I had let go of my anxious self. From that day onwards, the veil of depression lifted. Photographing the priory had released me from my mental prison.