Quotes from Deborah Tall

It's true--I can see it now--we are made of where we've come from, molded by landscape, weather, harbors, hunger, and war, as much as by individual ancestors. The experience of the place--its struggles, strife, and horrors--accrues, even if we haven't personally experienced it. We are, still, its inevitable consequence.

Having a sense of place may by now require a continual act of imagination.

I read the landscape to help me through, to know what's come before me there, to find my footing in time.

How do we accurately evoke land we love? What should we even call the world we walk and drive through-scenery, landscape?