Medusa’s gaze at All Saints' Harewood
As soon as I stepped into it I felt as though the recumbent incumbents might rise in admonition.
As soon as I stepped into it I felt as though the recumbent incumbents might rise in admonition.
We sit beside the porch and take in the churchyard. Whilst we rest, billows of dust plume out of the porch entrance. The dust-busters are in.
My van, Woody, is my time-travelling machine, taking me to some remarkable places that have altered my mind like wine through water.
Drystone walls and Amazonian Forests
Church of St Mary the Virgin, Llanfair Kilgeddin, Wales. Survived the night in the van next to the church - only woke to take a pee. First light at the church is delicate. Cool crisp morning, dew on the grass, with the church silhouetted against the rising light. Blackbirds chirruping,...
I'm happiest when photographing a church. Here's a short film about an evening (and subsequent morning) spent photographing an ancient church in the Lincolnshire countryside. I was lucky enough to have permission to stay over on site in the campervan - so was able to see...
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Out in Cheesden there is a track deep cut into the hillside which arches the distance between a brace of mouldering Regency mills sat within the valley basin. It’s a route that has drawn me in for over a year: a deep gouged passage, scuttled with flecks of patterned...
“That what each of us must do is cleave to what we find most beautiful in the human heritage - and pass it on ... And that to pass these precious fragments on is our mission...” Michael Ventura, 'The Age of Endarkenment' * It might have been a figment of...
✨ Wondering why I ask for support?
An Anxiety of Memberships