We had come to this ancient Canadian primal rain forest of 2000 year old hemlock and spruce in search of grizzly bears. To venture into this extraordinary maze of mulching deadfall and olive light was to enter a temperate olive world of moss, rotting undergrowth and rich spongy soil, a place where dusk came by three pm and darkness not long after. We found our bear spoor here, a heavy meandering five toed trail that lead us deeper into this beguiling forest. I turned to check our six, aware of the lack of wind and with it a loss of understanding of what signals we might be emitting to our omnivorous quarry. In that clearing I was struck by this congregation of fallen limbs and trucks that lay like some great beast, still somehow alive. Giving its self to the forest.
Selkirk Mountains BC, Canada. £950
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