East St Clement’s Church. The name itself has a familiar ring, another steadfast landmark woven into the rich tapestry of Aberdeen’s history. Like St Fittick’s, it’s a place I’ve driven past countless times taking the family to codnas or cinema, a fleeting presence on the periphery of my daily routes. Nestled within the unique community of Footdee, or Fittie as it’s also known, it stands as a testament to centuries of life lived by the sea including my great great grandparents. And just like my recent impulsive visit to St Fittick’s, I arrived at East St Clement’s this time with camera in hand and absolutely no prior reading or research. Caught up in the familiar excitement of potentially capturing something meaningful, I bypassed the crucial step of understanding the story held within its weathered stones. Now, having spent some time wandering its grounds, a familiar pang of realization hits me, I’ve likely missed so much. But this first visit, a spontaneous encounter with my digital camera, is just the beginning. I know I’ll be back, soon, with both my digital again and film camera, ready to truly see.