Six months alone in a cabin on the coast of lake Baikal with a notebook and the spectacle of the ordinary and of the slow flowing of time.

“I dine, gazing out the window. There are people whose meals are exclusively provided by the landscape unfolding before them. It is a definition of Eden. To live, tucked in a space that the eyes can behold, that a day’s walk can encircle, and that the mind can picture.”

In the summer of 2020, the landscape unfolding before me, the forests of the Curonian Spit, provided all the elements of this cover (along with delicious berries and mushrooms).