Friday, 25 February 2011
The Gate at the Edge of The Village
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U P ON THE HILL we climbed yesterday, you could smell sun on the low morning air and see specks of buzzards fly far below. Our lungs and he...
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Tuesday, 8 February 2011
Green & Grey to Brown & Blue or Several Contemplations at the Crossing Places
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C ROSSING PLACES and boundaries are the habitation of fascination for me. The not-quite-one-nor-the-other is a chancy and magical place, wh...
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