What do we miss, what get "lost" when we hurry through landscapes either for self-indulgent reasons or to keep pace with the "outside world'? A lot. We often miss the essence of place, and if we do that, what difference does it make being in that place? In this photograph by Susan Marsh, can you detect the kestrel in the tree (upper left)? A kestrel has a life history all its own, connecting it to hundreds of observable others.