Northwoods

For over two decades, I lived in the Northwoods of Minnesota and Canada—among the pines, the lakes, the long winters, and the spruce bogs with their insectivorous plants and mucky splendor. I explored with a camera in hand, by canoe, on skis, behind a dog team—following the seasons as they turned. Winter, in all its moods, taught me to listen. Its intensity was never predictable, only present. Spring brought the scent of thawing earth, water rushing free. Summer bloomed wild and buzzing; autumn, a soft descent into color and cold. The weather, like the land itself, always shifting—always its own force. Though I live elsewhere now, that place remains my compass. The images I make are rooted there—in the stillness, the motion, the light.