In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends…
Geography is destiny
Always just beyond all these things was the silver sea, the lace border around all land like the silence around…
Stalking The Land’s End
Far from here, that’s my aim -Kafka
Against the wide sky
Any fact becomes important when it’s connected to another -Umberto Eco
Fake plastic trees
Her green plastic watering can…
The reservoirs of architectural atmospheres
Walking shares with making and working that crucial element of engagement of the body and the mind with the world,…
The (an)architecture of protest
I woke still half-dreaming I was falling out of the trees and tumbling down into the sky -Snelsmore Wood, Justin…
The geometrical ghosts of field patterns
The hedge shake, the last living rose quiver -PJ Harvey
In the midst of the fugitive and the infinite
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world -W. B. Yeats
The stories our tracks keep and tell
treading the glacier head, looking hard for moments of shine, from twilight to twilight -Björk
About movement and stillness
The work often has all kinds of echoes – Richard Long
The river within us
When the water come rushing, rushing in- The Sisters of Mercy Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces us…
liminal city 
