Elegy in a Country Churchyard
It’s hard not to think of Thomas Gray’s Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard on a chilly late Autumn afternoon when you see your shadow on a tombstone. Equally hard to forget Mencken’s gloss on it: “There are no mute, inglorious Miltons, save in the hallucinations of poets. The one sound test of Milton is that he functions as a Milton.”
Lower Church Lane
A Shining Example of French Orthodoxy
Passed by St Andrew’s again last weekend and it continues to attract my lens for yet another shot at the same scene.
There’s a communal terrace on my block of flats (apartment building) and noticing a beautiful sunset out the window one evening I headed there to capture the sight. The top image was created using in-camera panoramic stitching.
This churchyard is particularly lovely in the Autumn and I feel compelled to try and capture it every time I pass.
Farnham has been host (so to speak) to the church since as early as the 7th century.
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