A Year in the life: 20 September 2022
The timing feels right. It’s a singular day with a singular sunrise that’s reflected and repeated innumerably in a host of dew drops in the field before me.
The timing feels right. It’s a singular day with a singular sunrise that’s reflected and repeated innumerably in a host of dew drops in the field before me.
"I look at the buildings along the street - all the facades that we’ve come to know over the years have completely gone - erased."
You can clearly see the line of the river Wharfe by following the mist from Grass Wood along to Linton and beyond.
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
Welcome! I’m an architectural photographer. On my van-life travels through the British Isles I’m building up a word and photo-hoard of material culture that celebrates our built heritage and contributes to a sense of place.My van is my time-machine, it gives me fresh perspectives on our remarkab