Whenever someone tries to restore a ruin they only end up reducing its power and decadent beauty. Such a place can be said to serve as a memento mori; a monument to death and decay. It can also be a symbol of solitude, loneliness, sorrow, and despair; a stark physical embodiment of the dark poetry of life. Using infrared photography and other techniques, Marsden superbly captures the mood of these ruins, and indeed creates poetry without words, evoking so much that cannot be expressed in ordinary language. To see these haunted places through his eyes is to see them as Bram Stoker, Edgar Allan Poe, Mary Shelley, and the other writers of Gothic poetry and fiction must have seen them.
As Marsden himself aptly quotes:
The Ghost in man, the ghost that once was man
But cannot wholly free itself from Man,
Are calling to each other thro' a dawn
Stranger than earth has ever seen; the veil
Is rending, and the voices of the day
Are heard across the Voices of the dark.
~Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Here is a great YouTube video which features the photography of Simon Marsden: