Honeymoon Island State Park offers over four miles of pristine beach ideal for wildlife sightings and shelling, giving a quieter alternative to developed beaches.
Goldsworthy's sheepskin rug made from shearing scraps, stained and stitched with thorns, invites a visceral appreciation of rural life, juxtaposing luxury with the harshness of nature.
Ottawa doesn’t have the same buzz as Toronto or Montreal, but it offers a unique blend of history, nature, and culture that is often overlooked.
The Whispering Mountains is a site-specific installation featuring illuminated, mountain-like sculptures inspired by the majestic peaks surrounding Queenstown, aiming to reflect their powerful presence.
Rivers, on a long view, are alive. They are born; they change; they shift their channels; they forge new routes to the sea; they move both gradually and violently; they teem (usually) with life; they may die a quasi-natural death; they are frequently maimed and even murdered.
The current has forgotten how it felt to break the world. Even before you know the record's backstory, her delivery imbues those languid creek waters with a sense of defeat, something deeper than just a postcard from her neighbourhood.
Croydon boasts several Green Flag Award-winning parks that are recognized nationally for their quality, safety, and community involvement. These parks provide panoramic views, spaces for picnics, and tranquility for nature walks.
Henderson traverses vast scales of time and space, demonstrating how all of history is infused with noise - from the 'groaning' of some moons as meteors crash into them to the throbbing of veins and cracking of icebergs.
I hadn't expected to find cherry blossoms in Wallington, of all places, but there they were, lining the path with their delicate branches, not yet fully in bloom but definitely on their way.
Civita di Bagnoregio has been nicknamed 'The Dying City' due to its fragile infrastructure, strongly affected by earthquakes and erosion, but feels more alive than ever.
"Here they come," said Mungo Watson, our boat's skipper, with deadpan calm, hands on the helm. I and the crew on deck turned to survey the horizon, then gingerly moved towards the bow of the boat and looked down. "No, not porpoises - dolphins," continued Watson. "For some reason, and still nobody really knows why, they absolutely love boats."