Deep in the hills of Natural Bridge on the edge of an extinct volcano, under heavy air, amidst speckled lights of gloworms and hushed by a creek, is a cabin. A stone floor. The home of Louise O’Reilly and Paul Hannan. Herein is the space where flowers in the hair, tapping of the boots, a swaying of the hips has been translated into the sound of the death of 1000 summers. The sounds of Laneway. ... more