I am not a believer. And yet, as I approach Jerusalem’s Western Wall and reach out to touch it, my senses tingle. The millions that have prayed here and poured out their emotions have cumulatively left something.
As I walk the ancient streets of the city, there is no denying that something monumental has happened here and the power of those moments lives on. It is a special place, a sacred space, and there are many worldwide.
Some modest and simple, others are overwhelming in scale and grandeur, but all have a commonality. They are marked by human spirits that have gone before. As the ancients called Celts said, they are the thin places where the dividing line between the spiritual and ordinary comes closer.
If nothing else, they are stopping places where men and women are given pause to wonder about what lies beyond the mundane rituals, the grief, trials and boredom of our day-to-day life.
This is part of an exhibition series photographed over 10 years in 15 countries.