Where the path meets the road, the last fallen leaves tangle and catch on bumpy curves of dried mud and moss. On the walls of old houses, time and weather paint a soft wash on the stone in colours of earth and air. In the churchyard, wind and rain scour prayers...
I feel incredibly fortunate to live overlooking a river. Throughout the years it has seeped into and embedded itself in my consciousness – now so prominent in my life that it feels like a part of me. It’s one of the first things I see in the morning and...
Caput mortuum For Guy Dickinson by Chris Thornhill You must go on. Gather the fragments so that nothing may be lost. The stones that call to your body and its bones. The dull weight of it. The sutured ground, the cleaving sky. In all things a dumb...
My photography has always been inspired by the landscape, it’s history and the complex relationship that exists between man and the land. While an awareness of the history of a place is an important element of my work and research often inspires me to visit a...
On the 6th June 1944 allied forces launched the biggest amphibious military attack in history, landing along 50 miles of the heavily fortified Normandy coast and creating a significant dent in Hitler’s Atlantic wall. ‘Operation Overlord’ began the liberation of the...
