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.
Opening the Door to the Taiga
The first trip of The Old Forest brings a quiet sense of return. A moose cow and her calf pass silently through the trees. Two old friends visit my campsite. Slowly, I begin to find the rhythm of the forest.
Walking into The Old Forest
As I prepare to begin my next long-term project — with the first trip taking place in June — I wanted to share a few thoughts about where it comes from, and what I hope it might become. This is the story behind The Old Forest. Something happens the moment I step into an old-growth […]