The Peregrine is one of my all-time favourite books. I've spent a considerable amount of time trying to get to know it's rather obscure author, JA Baker. Visiting his archives at the University of Essex, I had the honour of viewing his original maps and journals. For a moment, exploring the spaces he wrote the book in, by bicycle, as he did, the darting crossbow-shape of a raptor struck across my lens. It was my first and last glimpse of such a creature in that space to date, and it's grace was matched only by its illusory speed. This moment gave me a newfound gratitude for Baker's patience and poetry.