CABINS & WOODPILES
I grew up in a city suburb. We didn't have a cabin or chop wood or go camping. Yet I find myself drawn to cabins & woodpiles with a misplaced sense of nostalgia. I can't walk by without wanting to take a photograph. I wish I had taken more photos because now some of my favourite cabins that had beautiful worn milk paint have been painted over in high gloss.
Nothing transforms a landscape quite like a fresh snowfall