Becky Crook

Spurred by her fear

Journeys of discovery are not something you start doing, but something you gradually stop doing.

could take the train

Walking and silence belong together. Silence is as abstract as walking is concrete.

When you are in a car driving towards a mountain, with small pools, slopes, rocks, moss and trees zooming past on all sides, life is curtailed; it gets shorter. You don’t notice the wind, the smells, the weather, nor the shifting light. Your feet don’t get sore. Everything becomes one big blur.

each toss of wind, disperses its pollen

both of which are truncated within the confines of a fast-moving vehicle.