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Thursday, 24 March 2011
Where woodland, snow and water meet.
You know how memory conflates
long strings of things we've done or seen
into a single image symbolizing all,
how it subsumes a dozen walks
in a familiar place
into a walk that represents them all...
Here I have tried to find a token for
a walk through woodland to the sea
that fits a single frame.
(Click on the image to enlarge.)