There’s something calming about this time of year. The darkness invites a slowing down that our hyper-speed culture rejects the rest of the time. The browns and greys that fill the landscape call out for us to see beyond the surface, to imagine beyond the image we have of being alive.
The great lie that maps cure us of is that you can separate imagination from reality. People claim maps are built with mathematics, statistics, and outlines of the real, actual landscape. However, in my view, maps are like love. They take things in, rearrange it all, and then present to the world an image part truth, and part imagination.