Portraits in Print
... Simon llareourt-Smilli ATHOUGH hardly a week has gone by, it is not easy to recapture the precise brilliance of that frosty morning. The sky is no longer steel cold, nor infinitely high. Grey clouds that seem to breathe equality, so like is the drabness of one to that of the next, hedge-hop across a sullen countryside; the leaves which lately encrusted the hedges like golden icicles, have ...