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Tanera Mor – the Summer Isles by Simon Page
Crayon on paper illustrations of the Summer Isles, by the artist Simon Page.
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Song of the Iris by Nic Wilson
Each bold bottlebrush is tinted a timid pink, so pale it’s almost white, as if their painter lost conviction after the first wash.
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Provenance by Anjana Khatwa
As my fingers stroked the gnarled surface of this ancient branch, I heard its secret whisper.
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Something in the Air by Vron Ware
A few days ago I unearthed an old folder containing material from the road protest movements of the early-mid 1990s.
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Confluence by Jane Lovell
Unlike the birds, we seem to be at odds with the current, the flow, the speed of change.
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Place, Protest and Belonging by Nicola Chester
How do we belong to a place, a landscape, or anywhere? How do we belong to more than one place in the world?
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Sacred Mountain by Ian Grosz
I become only breath; movement; the sound of my feet crunching along the trail, vaguely aware of the dawn chasing behind me.
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Laxton: Some Views by David E. James and Mike Jackson
Everywhere, except at Laxton, these open fields and the untilled commons have been divided and enclosed.
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A Pink and A Blue Field and A Form by Mark Goodwin
we stride across
a snow-rosy
crust our steps![]()
The Mist at Wolf Cleugh by Bran Graeme Nairne
Further exploration north of Stanhope reveals a landscape knotted with old scar tissue.
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Hedge by Michelle Werrett
Walking along this lane, I was aware the mud I trampled through held the memory of Audrey’s footprints.
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Leavings by Melanie Viets
The kids carry in well water for the baths and the cranky, gas-powered washing machine.
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