Between winter and true spring are days of strange emergence. The landscape is in limbo, neither one season nor the next. Mammals explore the light, as well as the night. Only a few meagre wildflowers surface into the world, but when they do they do so with extravagance. And each year, around this time, I walk a … Continue reading By Way of a Lake
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The Impressions of Place
It's hard to define place with any precision; each of us comes at it from a different angle. It can be suggestive of anything from a home or neighbourhood to an exotic and distant land. For some it might be wilderness, for others civilisation. It could equally be a meeting ground of the two. In fact, it's hard … Continue reading The Impressions of Place
Julian Hoffman 