sometimes one gets that far-away feeling. one i get probably more often than is considered healthy, but still… recently i paid a visit to the near 4 centuries old hortus botanicus‘s three climates glasshouse to see a few of my old friends. of course i know context is everything but being so close to them again nevertheless made my heart sing. i spent much of my formative years in the arid rural areas of southern africa and with my vivid imagination can still recall that landscape’s eerie pre-historic otherworldliness; it is very much an inescapable part of my cellular memory. their hard silhouettes echo the desolation of a primitive time which i always imagined to be most strange and serene, when humans were still only spectators to nature’s raw beauty instead of wilful participants in it’s destruction.