For a moment in the crisp winter air, I pause, gazing at the smooth curve of bare rock merging seamlessly into patches of lichen, then moss. The natural progression leads to a row of Garry oaks, their forms gracefully bending along the path that peeks through a lattice of leafless branches. The stillness is profound as warm light filters through, illuminating the arcs of the branches. Light and shadow play across the undulating landscape beyond the path, inviting me to breathe deeply and absorb

Archival pigment ink on cotton papers with laminate seal