ligature / wormley woods

I even tried to bury myself alive

but the dirt recoiled

you have already rotted it said

there is nothing left for me to do

Kaur

palimpsest / chilterns

peripheral / hertfordshire edgelands

Maps – on screen or paper – position us high over the woods, other visual representations locate the onlooker out to the side; perhaps our ancient points of view reversed these externalised perspectives, as we peered uneasily from within the shelter, safety and sustenance of the wood toward the exposed vulnerable plains, and these photographs embed us inside that entangled hybridity.

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Carlyle

A collaboration with Angus Carlyle.

The project can be viewed in its entirety at Kozu Books.

channelsea river / just drifting

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And this also," said Marlow suddenly, "has been one of the dark places of the earth.

Conrad

A saunter along the River Lea with Jason Orton

palimpsest / thickets / hertfordshire

Each leaf that brushed his face deepened his sadness and dread.

Each leaf he passed he'd never pass again.

They rode over his face like veils, already some yellow,

their veins like slender bones where the sun shone through them.

​McCarthy

meander / moor mill pits

And, when night comes, I'll go

To places fit for woe;

Walking along the darkened valley

With silent melancholy.

Blake