ABOUT

A year spent outside by many has resulted in something unusual; all my local woods are filled with dens.

While their existence is surely the result of dedicated and time consuming effort, I always found these hives of activity quiet and deserted.

Melting pots of necessity and ingenuity, they shared many characteristics, yet as a result of, and response to, the landscape around them, they often varied in ways that could make them seem both familiar and unknown.

For me, seeking these structures out after such a difficult year became much like the dens themselves, part game, part refuge.