The silence is unprecedented for spring, a time of bird song and insect hymns. It's a silence I've never known in this forest in fact, this wild tangle of silver birch and willow, alders, shrubs and reeds. Even in deepest winter the place resounds with a living quiet, a mute but sensed presence. Instead there is the hollow echo of absence. I have been … Continue reading The Fragile Forest
Impressions of Place
Julian Hoffman 