Monthly Archives: January 2013

The voyage of discovery is not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes. —Marcel Proust, Remembrance of Things Past I wrote, in my last piece on cycling through the Dutch landscape, about the vast openness of the terrain. … Continue reading →

What is this weight in my mind? And what is this new sense of time? It’s the open fields and the friends that are gone, And I’ve been in the lowlands too long. —Gillian Welsh, “Lowlands”, who didn’t mean it … Continue reading →