Swallows

There’s something about those tiny, hurtling, hunting scraps of life that always makes me smile…swallows, swifts, martens. I love them all. They always seem to me expressive of the sheer joy of flight, madly attempting to zip across the whole breadth of sky, all at once. A sight so vicariously exciting, I sometimes find myself […]

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Granada dreaming

I’m half awake, dreaming of boats and voyages – strange so far from the sea. This place is all about crossing places, though, many layered, one on another as you walk up through the city towards the Alhambra,  through the Alcazar. Peeling away the layers or sliding between them, something infinitesimal traversing an onion. A […]

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Sketches of Spain

From the air, wherever there is bare land, or not green at any rate, there are strange patterns impressed in the land. Valleys and hills, one assumes, but they look more like cloud shadows, or tree shapes, ferns and foliage. It’s as though the land has been branded some time ago and the burnt patches […]

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