146mm x 178mm
22 pages, with bookmark
I know the horses come down in the night. What started life as a number of observations on local weather turned into a re-imagining of Colva and its community after an undefined post-catastrophic event, when its isolation has become even more pronounced. The horses of the title are noticeable by their absence. Their only direct appearance is in the far distance, the white stallion lit by the evening sun, on the bookmark in the book's pages. Their health and vitality have left our lands.