Northern
Expeditions
1970–1978

Morning Ascent

Camp at Dusk

Crossing the Valley

Quiet Plateau

Rest Stop

Dark spruce forest frowned on either side the frozen waterway. The trees had been stripped by a recent wind of their white covering of frost, and they seemed to lean toward each other, black and ominous, in the fading light. A vast silence reigned over the land. The land itself was a desolation, lifeless, without movement, so lonely and cold that the spirit of it was not even that of sadness.

Evening Descent

Along the Ridge

Shelter from the Wind

The man strode ahead of the team. He was a young man, tall, strong, with light hair and blue eyes, and his face was expressionless as the land he traversed. He carried his rifle loosely in his hand, as though it were part of his body, and he swung along with the ease of long familiarity.

Last Light