Feels like coming home
I grew up in northern Alberta, and something about this landscape keeps pulling me back.
A kind of half love, half haunting: Starkness on a backdrop of serenity.
The sense of home for me exists in the tension between the natural and altered landscapes of the north, in a culture and economy shaped by primary resource development.
Sometime subtle, sometimes not.
It’s an evening walk truncated by a pipeline crossing. An ice road over a river. A forest of poplar planted for logging. Small towns webbed together by hundreds of miles of roads. The resources we rely on to be here, the reason we are here to begin with.