On ‘White Thorns’ | Brian Lewis

White thorns, spinning sky, each horizontal axis sings the trinity. One zenith, then another, the crowns abide in the air. Between the towns of Doncaster, Scunthorpe and Goole, less than 10 metres above sea level, 100 square miles of sparsely populated, predominantly agricultural land lie flat to the horizon. The low levels form the northernContinue reading “On ‘White Thorns’ | Brian Lewis”