Wandering flushes a glory that fades with arrival..

Vision with action can change the world..

Cold air rises from the ground as the sun goes down. The eye-burning clarity of the light intensifies. The southern rim of the sky glows to a deeper….

Whatever is destroyed, the act of destruction does not vary much. Beauty if vapour from the pit of death..

There is no mysterious essence we can call a 'place'. Place is change. It is motion killed by the mind, and preserved in the amber of memory..

I have always longed to be part of the outward life, to be out there at the edge of things, to let the human taint wash away in emptiness and silence….