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St Mary's Church, Ivinghoe, Buckinghamshire
Churches can be such a haven of tranquility. A peacefulness and silence hangs in the air and while lingering to absorb the quietness, I find that I'm reconnected in some way with my soul and an experience of spirituality.
Through my photography I try to portray the mood of the church, its silence, age and atmosphere. The church transcends time. It smells of musty antiquity, home to a homogenous combination of ancient and more recent elements bearing witness to centuries of parishioners. Empty historic pews and stone slabs worn and polished by many hands and feet wait silently for future generations, unchanging and trapped in time while more modern items and the occasional personal touch betrays the hand of its present-day but absent assembly.
I'm going for a long weekend to Nofolk on Thursday and there are 400 meieval churches there. That's an awful lot of churches....
Photograph taken with Leica M6 on a tripod. Delta 100 film rated at 50ASA, 30 seconds at f11 and developed to compensate for contrast between shadows and highlights.