Ecotone, One Year On

On this day last year, a group of us tried to answer the question “How I Started Thinking About Place – And Why I Started Writing About It.” My answer was, then, and remains now, Venice: Venice where Coup de Vent is making all kinds of her own discoveries as I write, she of the interesting camera angle.

Going somewhere SPECIAL triggered in me the impulse to explore place, but what keeps me looking, and sketching, and writing is the mundane, the far more prosaic space around me now. I think it would be a stretch to imagine that I could feel nurtured enough by ANY place to feel moved to write about it in a protracted way (like Beth, I find my mind goes dead in suburbia), but the routine, mundane holds my attention for now, following it through the seasons. Which plant. Which bird. Which pathway.

Which journey, really. There are so many, and we have so few days.

I’d like to thank all the other explorers of place whose sites I read daily for their own part in nurturing this particular journey of mine.