Between Seasons
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.
Into Sjaunja
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.
The Sun Returns to the Hawk Owl’s Forest
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.
Midwinter in the Forest of the Hawk Owl
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.
In Darkness, Light
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.
Into Midwinter
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.
Touched by Fire
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.
Through Mist, Light and Time
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.
In the Land of the Loon
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.
The Wings of History
The first trip continues, and I get deeper into the spirit of the taiga. I find a giant, 500-year-old pine — its trunk weathered, initials carved into the exposed wood.