The Old ForestField Journal
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A field diary from a year in the taiga, gathered during the making of The Old Forest — a film and photographic work exploring the boreal forest.
May 17 - June 13, 2026
A month spent in one of the last remaining old-growth spruce forests in northern Sweden, as spring slowly gives way to summer. And the slow process of getting to know a landscape.
April 24 - May 8, 2026
Between skis and paddle, between winter and spring, I move through protected forests and those left unprotected. A landscape in transition, where snow and ice give way to water and the forest returns to life.
March 23 - April 3, 2026
A ski journey into Sjaunja as spring approaches. Among old pines and shifting light, the landscape slowly comes to life again after a long winter.
February 21 - March 4, 2026
After months of midwinter darkness, the sun slowly returns to the boreal forest. Back in Muddus National Park, I watch the subtle rhythms of the forest unfold, and my empathy for its inhabitants deepens.
January 13 - 29, 2026
My January journey through the boreal forest follows a frozen river to a small mountain, where giant pines rise. A Hawk Owl accompanies me along the way, lifting my spirits and stirring a deep reverence for the land.
December 11 - 20, 2025
A midwinter journey through the taiga of Muddus: I ski through deep snow and darkness, my patience is tested, and am rewarded with fleeting moments of gentle midwinter light.
November 22 - 25, 2025
I ski across frozen marshlands and ancient pine forests in Muddus National Park, savoring the warmth of a small cabin as I journey into the stillness of midwinter.
October 16, 2025
Walking through an ancient pine forest, I come across the rare Clam Lichen, growing patiently on charred old wood. A small detail, yet it tells a story of fire, time, and the persistence of life.
September 8 - October 1, 2025
A month in the taiga, moving through mist, light, and time. One special morning carries me back to when this land was born after the ice age.
August 25-28, 2025
After a week of struggles and self-doubt, the light returns, and the red-throuted loon's eerie call echoes through the dawn. In that moment, the forest feels alive, and so do I.
Follow the Journey
Occasional field journals, stories from the northern landscape, and updates as my long-term projects continue to unfold.
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