Why Photograph Cathedrals?
These are our symbols and our symptoms, the flesh of our culture, the skin of stone. I want simply to save them. I want to photograph the disappearing past – but even as i do i feel it slipping like sand through my fingers. We tend while living here and now to only perceive what is blanched and bleached, random, and barren. While we regret that the present is not like the past and despair of its becoming the future, its inscrutable habits lie waiting for their meaning, and die undiscovered. I want to gather them in my hands because they will have been so beautiful. They are the proof that something was there and no longer is. And the stillness of them is boggling. We turn away but when we come back they are still there looking at you. But they are not. The waters have moved on, and cathedrals have become cafes. You can’t win because when you do you have so much to lose. Nausher.