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Autumn is here, and the last and first time I visited the place was early spring this year. The blue domes hovered above the weather...
In Georgia O’Keeffe’s “Patio Door with Green Leaf,” a small, yellow-green leaf floats in front of a brown-red adobe wall, the colour of earth, the...
On the bus ride down the east coast of the South Island, the jagged shape of the Alps retreated into the distance on their southwesterly...
It’s one thing to learn the facts of a tragedy—on March 16, 1988, Iraq carried out a chemical weapon attack against the Kurdish city of...
In a field overlooking the Thames estuary and the coastal plain close to where I live, is an inconspicuous cluster of small concrete structures and...
I had once coordinated counterterrorism operations in a place where bombs went off every other week. Today, I could not transport groceries. I’d spent twenty minutes...
Far away from here, in the northernmost part of the province, where the forest gives way to tundra, there still exists an old village where...
A patch of flat, scorched earth wedged between Iraq and Saudi Arabia, Kuwait turns east like a falcon’s head to shriek at the Gulf. In...
Rainy season in Jakarta—the kind of downpour that soaks through your clothes, doubles their weight, and leaves you sweating before you’ve moved an inch. I...
[NEW YORK, MARCH 2003] — In the beginning I traveled in the hushed hours between midnight and dawn. I savored the quiet that fell over...
It was towards the end of May. There had just been a sandstorm, and Dad’s car was covered in dust. He was washing it, and...
He’s full, but the Hunger remains. Always. The need to gorge, as sharp and primal as fear. A rampant desire that only the threat of...
I was flying from Australia to the Philippines, or perhaps to Fiji, or to Hawaii. I would have to check my notes. Due to some...
We had fallen into a pattern of sameness. What we said, what we wore, what we did each day, down to waking at 7am, coffee...
Beneath a sky heavy with the promise of winter, Kars had arrived, not merely as a destination, but as a revelation. Angelic flakes danced beyond...
[Azaleas] Often fuchsia or plumb, sometimes white struck through by shadow. 아름다운 (Aleumdaun), I fumble. Yes, beautiful, Eun Jung nods slowly. During the war, she tells me,...
Curators Hilary Floe and Saskia Flower have put together this Lee Miller retrospective exhibition of 200 plus photographs, including some never before printed. The exhibition...