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    meander / ashridge



    “His way had therefore come full circle, or rather had taken the form of an ellipse or a spiral, following as ever no straight unbroken line, for the rectilinear belongs only to Geometry and not to Nature and Life.” 

    Hermann Hesse, The Glass Bead Game, 1943



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    meander / moor mill pits



    The light touched something green in the window corner and made it a lump of emerald



    Virginia Woolf, The Waves, 1931

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    meander / the leather pit


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    When I would recreate myself, I seek the darkest woods the thickest and most interminable and, to the citizen, most dismal, swamp.

    I enter a swamp as a sacred place, a sanctum sanctorum. There is the strength, the marrow, of Nature.



    Henry David Thoreau, Walking, 1862

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    passage / iceland

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    Absolutely nothing visible to the eye provides a reason for or even evidence of those terrifying shifts which can in a matter of moments reconstitute a simple path into an extremely complicated one.



    Mark Z Danielewski, House of Leaves, 2000


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    meander / moor mill pits



    To love a swamp, however, is to love what is muted and marginal, what exists in the shadows, what shoulders its way out of mud and scurries along the damp edges.


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    Barbara Hurd, Stirring the Mud: On Swamps, Bogs & Human Imagination, 2001



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    a history of sunlight / lichen / hertfordshire



    six exposures   |   thirty minute intervals