Walking on peaks is like visiting the gods. Walking on high rounded hogsbacks is like walking in the clearest air that has ever been created. Walking in summer sun is like walking through crisp glass tinted with brilliant blue. Walking in winter … Continue reading
The warty pitted skin of this old lemon hides the sweet acid kiss of juice from a fruit ripened by all four seasons of the year.
Quality black ink impressed onto white vellum has created sharp depressions surrounded by small swellings detectable only by passing a sensitive finger tip across the page.
Maps contains many stories hidden in the coloured ink and symbols. The scale indicates the expanse of the myth. The legend cracks the code. Sometimes people are revealed, no longer hidden in the folds and fibres.
A small white wedge sits offset from the confluence of breaking blue waves and the grey shadow of railings, beneath the drifting backdrop of the sky. Everything is changing. Only La Caumine stays the same.
The sparkling red ball starts moving with a click and proceeds across the matt green baize without a sound. The reflections of the lamps above remain fixed in the same position on the surface of the rotating sphere. The white ball rests, … Continue reading