The mountains and hills will burst into song before you

Rosa and I travelled to an immense landscape of waist-high ferns and thick forest, where we ate egg and cress sandwiches, deer-spotted and shot these pictures in the incredible afternoon light.

Everything is possible for him who believes

These were taken in a tiny floating fishing village called Tai O, where all the houses balanced on stilts, the heat was almost suffocating, and all of the locals appeared to collectively lie on their floors gazing blankly at a television screen whilst fish hung drying outside in the sun.

And thine age shall be clearer than the noonday

I just found this old clipping from the February couples i-D two years ago, when I was sixteen. Leeds asked me and Alfie to come round to his flat on Kingsland road one Saturday morning, where we drank mugs of tea and watched tv before we propped up the square rug and Bella shot a roll of film of us on the sofa trying not to laugh at t4 or the cooking shows that were on. Then I think we went to eat Vietnamese for breakfast and look at the tapes in the Oxfam shop.

Until the day breaks, and the shadows flee away

These are from a long walk along an old railway line that cuts a line over the east of Paris, and from the sprawl below it.

Let us build ourselves a city and a tower with its top in the heavens

My first week living in Paris was filled with climbing up to high places, trying to create clouds from extinguishers, destruction and stupidity. These were taken on the roof of a tower block in the suburbs.