A Church in Surrey ... and other things too.

This was the sight that made me ask Kim if we could pull over for a few minutes.  The old English church, half-hidden by the mist, behind that exquisite stone wall. 

As an introduction, it was grand but it only got better after we stepped through the gate.

We're having a few days of mist and fog on this side of the world.  Although, today the rain set in, here in Southsea.  I'm sitting close to the open door at the Drift Bar, leaving for the library sooner or later but it's a great place to work.  I'm happy enough, perched on the edge of another world, watching the clientele come and go as I write here.  Breathing in that secondhand smoke that arrives through that open door and reminds me of my childhood spent down at Nana's.

Nana, it has to be noted, was horrified that I loved the smell of "beer and baccy" at her house.  Not that it was beer and baccy, (She actually enjoyed her G&T and Grandad was a a fairly measured whiskey drinker).  The smell of their place was more about the coalstone range, cigarette smoke and home-cooked food.

But back here, in England, they greet you if you look up as they come through the door.  I love that. 

I'm trying so hard not to ask about the possibility of a photograph exhibition here.  This desire wells up in me every time I find some hub ... a sense of a community, I want to talk to the people, photograph them, learn of their lives because I find the lives of others are often so interesting.

I had a photography exhibition in Antwerp, titled Public Self/Private Self.  This bar is one of those places ... a place where young and old gather, at different times.  A place where everyone knows each others name.  Those are the places that fascinate me.  The people, and their stories of living somewhere forever, or not.

But anyway, London soon.  And I'm looking forward to learning that world.

Tot straks.

Holy Light, Genova

We are lonesome animals.
We spend all of our life trying to be less lonesome.
One of our ancient methods is to tell a story begging the listener to say and to feel
‘Yes, that is the way it is, or at least that is the way I feel it.’
You’re not as alone as you thought.

— John Steinbeck

Quote sourced from the blog of the truly gifted photographer, Steve McCurry.

Yesterday, as we worked through our day, Hanna, Francesca and I found time to pop into my favourite church here in Genova ... located in Piazza Maddalena.

I was giving Hanna a little information about photography and explained ... there are all the rules but then you can break them and, sometimes, that’s where the magic happens.

This is one of those shots, for me anyway.  I was handholding my camera in an incredibly dark church, kind of falling in love with the light and voila, the light let me have a little of its beautiful self.