Field notes · No. 14 · Winter
A night on the ice.
Three days camped on a frozen lake at the edge of the forest, waiting for the cold to show us how quiet a place can be.
- 06:40The lake is still settling. Every few minutes the ice sings.
- 13:15Forty centimetres thick, enough for a tent, a stove and two of us.
- 21:40The light goes last over the far shore. The tent glows like a lantern.
Words and photographs by Tove Aldren · Read the story