A warm and sunny day, after a week of grey days and cool nights. Today was how July should be. The landscape around here is subtly changing colour, the softer greens looking washed out and the wheat ripening to gold. Against the thick green of hedgerow trees, the fields look totally bleached out, like sand or dust, so it looks hotter and drier than it really is.
One thing I should think about is landscapes of time. I have no real awareness of the turning of the year, the lengthening and shortening of the days. Moon phases pass me by. Living out of the city has subtly shifted that but I should still be more aware. I am as unaware of this as I was of tides when I lived in Liverpool.
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A journal of writings about landscape. Things I have written, fragments of other people's work, ideas, possibilities. I am aiming to develop these ideas as I go. This is a work in progress and a notebook.
About Me
- David Lewis
- A father, a husband, a brother, a son, a writer; an explorer of overlooked places especially slowly and on foot.
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