Beyond that door lies an unknown world... where we can become immortal if we choose.

There was a blinding flash of magnesium and a smell of singed hair and dust. A green light flared in the boar’s glass eye.

The soul of place is like an invisible net – or a force field – cast up at times from within a house, neighborhood, or landscape to draw us into its labyrinthine folds.

A deep map is a sample swatch of the multiple manifestations of the genius loci.

What better way to read the landscape than by walking through it?

The soul of place is like an invisible net --or a force field -- cast up at times from within a house, neighborhood, or landscape to draw us into its labyrinthine folds.

The statues carved here may be viewed as fragments of consciousness itself, or the residue of violent emotions

There was a blinding flash of magnesium and a smell of singed hair and dust. A green light flared in the boar's glass eye.

In the murky puddle of rainwater collected at the entrance of the tomb, I spied my own reflection,a dark, hatted figure against a pewter sky.

Entering a garden like Bomarzo was like succumbing to a dream. Every detail was intended to produce a specific effect on the mind and body, to excite and soothe the senses like a drug. To awaken the unconscious self.