WORDS & PHOTOGRAPHY CHIPPS
Stepping o my bike, I look a little closer at the terrain I’m riding over.rock slabs that vary in size between laptop and tabletop are sunken into the damp ground as if they’ve always been here, mossed-in withthegrowthofages.no sign of recent human intervention and this path might well have been here for centuries.
Listening, there are few sounds in the forest; the creak of a warming tree in the sun, the buzz of an insect. In the far distance I think I can hear a car, but then it’s gone again and all is quiet and peaceful; primeval even.