"Their story highlights how important travel can be for connecting likeminded women. Singly, Sophia Jex-Blake wasn’t admitted, but by coming together as a group in one place, the University could no longer justify rejecting these women."
Laura Dow is a photographer based in Edinburgh and Bristol, and is currently in her final year of studying MA Fine Art at Edinburgh University. Growing up on the coast of Scotland, Laura takes inspiration in the boundaries of land and its capacity to shape one’s identity.
It's like God ran out of earth when he made the glen. Like he had to roll out what was left, but there wasn't quite enough to cover the ancient rocks that lay just below the surface. If Cameron was here he'd be telling me to stop talking daft. For the first time since it happened, I'm glad.
At a double shuttered window moleskin peaches wait in shadow remember orchards
Preta teaching me to barter, to prod, check scales, gills, flesh, eyes, showing me to salt cod, sharing me bacalhao recipes for all the days of the year
The nurse, one of the women I met while traveling, is walking ahead of me on the dry earth path. Her head is bent. She stops, frowns, then with her foot traces a white stick half-buried in the path. “That’s a thigh bone.”
"I asked myself how far we’d be able to travel without our physical bodies, and how much safer it would be."
sweet worry to my tongue as we drove and drove and the bay swallowed the moon in its slippery mirror
We knew this wouldn’t banish whatever was trembling beneath her skin, this dark and restless creature, but the tin-opener was a gesture of security. Here, use this. Things can be fixed. Life has its comforts.
a Bollywood film, knock off from cheap corner stores Rylands and a reminder of a tongue that you don't speak