The first photograph I ever took was a picture of a meadow in the archipelago of Turku. I was at our family summerhouse, and I borrowed my father’s Nikon. I fell in love. I was thirteen, but my life took a whole new direction that day.
More than forty years later, I’m still in love.
The misty forests of Tasmania, the moss green shades of an Irish wood, the Finnish pines and birches. The humidity of a dense rainforest. The moss, the fern.
Forty year ago I caught my first glimpse of Eden and I’m still walking the same path of discovery.