On melancholy mornings of mist and rain, I am drawn to this magical, metaphysical place, striving to convey what I sense exists there, but cannot be seen, to slip inside the ticking of the clock, where all time and memory exist in one single moment.
These images were shot on my iPhone, manipulated in the moment with the aid of an old carriage lantern lens that I found in a Painswick antique shop.
St Mary’s churchyard, Painswick
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