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Trapped in my home for two years during the time of the pandemic, I began taking daily walks through the forest, alternating between midday and midnight, when no one else was around.  On these quiet escapes through fen and field, I found myself struck by the conspicuous fact that, throughout it all, here in the patient indifference of night, the trees, and the stream, and the little moth in pursuit of her moon, these things remain.  They quietly endure.  Confined to our boxes and lost in the mist of our own misfortunes, it has become easy to forget that out here, even in the depths of winter, we are surrounded and carried by innumerable beings and relentless forces far more ancient and awesome than we.

Shot on film at day and on digital at night.

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