Low tides greets the morning sun on Spring Island, BC.
Three trees sit and sing a silent winters song along the Blacktail Plateau. The only other songs we heard that day were those of the Bison talking to each other up on a hill above the trail.
Yellowstone, winter 2018.
I can’t help but have a feeling that in this age of connectedness where all things are easily found more is being lost than being found. Wild places and exploration included.
Holga 120N and Kodak Porta 400 iso film.
Where is the outrage:
Last year, it was reported that more people died from selfie-related deaths than shark attacks.