The land we live in
You could imagine yourself travelling around the hills on a journey, reading the signs like a map, marking the fields, the rivers and the cultivated land. As you follow the hilltops you might recognise traces of both past and present land as old and new sit side by side, recording our shared history. Industrial buildings follow the rivers, houses climb the slopes and parks sit close to the sky to claim the clean air.
Or it could be somewhere you feel you know, a glimpse of a solitary dwelling in the trees, a familiar group of houses or buildings rising from the canopy, seeming to sail like lost ships over the city.
It could be home, it could be old and lost places, foreign fields, lonely streets, it could be anyplace you might find yourself, but it is the land we live in.
