'I prefer to take "landscape" as a collective term for the temperature and pressure of the air, the fall of light and its rebounds, the textures and surfaces of rock, soil and building, the sounds (cricket screech, bird cry, wind through trees), the scents (pine resin, hot stone, crushed thyme) and the uncountable other transitory phenomena and atmospheres that together comprise the bristling presence of a particular place at a particular moment.' Robert Macfarlane,
The Old Ways
The photographs arrived this winter week from Hilary Johnstone in LaRonge (northern) Saskatchewan.
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