Abstract

Edward Thomas’s long and solitary walks allowed him to fill notebooks with acute observations of the changing landscape near to, and far beyond his home in Hampshire in the early part of the twentieth century. Arguably, these landscapes both consoled and sustained him, emotionally and intellectually. My own walks have attempted to uncover, obliquely, the complex relationship between landscape and thought. That places remind us of other times, of other experiences – of a ‘sustained out-of-placeness’ as creative condition – is a thread that ties and unties much of my photographic work