When I was young, I loved my dad’s green hardcover copy of Lost in the Barrens, a book written by Farley Mowatt in the 1950s. It tells the story of two boys working together to survive while stranded in the Canadian Arctic.
There’s something timeless about the lands of the north. The stunted trees give way to snow-covered rock in a landscape that hasn’t been lacerated with the roads and fields of civilization. Standing among the birch with a moose and her two calves resting nearby, I felt the quiet balance of Lapland: a fragile ecosystem that to me, in that moment, seemed endless.
Spending the morning reflecting and recording memories
Stamping feet and waiting for the slow northern sun to reach the horizon
Gathered under the aurora in the early morning
Standing above Lapland at the top of Mount Nuolja
Standing on the blue ice of Lake Torneträsk