Visiting Smithfield Market at the weekend, I came across this wonderful church: the Priory Church  of St. Bartholomew, founded in AD 1123. as part of a monastery of Augustinian Canons. 
Bartholomew was one of the Twelve Apostles, brought to Jesus by Saint Philip. He is reputed to have brought Christianity to Armenia where tradition states that he was later flayed alive and crucified head down.
It is necessary to mention that, being such an ancient church, it is not as grandiose as it appears in these images, but it is rather an intimate, small and dark space. And as it is the intension, the windows above the altar give most of the light, expressing the idea that there is only the one and only light from Heaven. A sacred place inviting you to meditation and prayer...

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Four instances of a sunset
As in all my work, these images are a vision that holds that geography as a reference, they are more in relation to the imagined and what appertains to a memory or recollection which might not exist even though it is present and manifests itself in the photographs.
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Summer clouds and below the same setting...
An early memory of Winter
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Thistles
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Strawberries in infrared
It occurred to me, as an afterthought, to take a snapshot with an infrared filter of the already set table of strawberries. What seems apparent is the clear lines of the composition once colour had been removed as the image is transported to a different colour spectrum: the infrared.
Kent
A few views of the garden of England: Kent.
Dusk
From Cormac McCarthy's "Border Trilogy, The Crossing" ...yet more dark and darkening still where it ran on to the east and where there was no sun and there was no dawn and when he looked again toward the north the light was drawing away faster and that noon which he'd woke was now become an alien dusk and now an alien dark and the birds that flew had lighted and all had hushed once again in the bracken by the road.
Late afternoon over Winn's Common
A ;ate afternoon over Winn's Common, South East London
Toledo in monochrome
The bricks and mortar of Toledo, its streets and a bridge.
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