My recent photos of Canadian forests had been reminding me of something I couldn’t put my finger on, and running across this painting this morning gave me the answer. I had used one of Shishkin’s paintings (“Winter”, 1890) many years ago to illustrate an essay I wrote on pagan Germanic mythology,
and his style and spirit had apparently made a subtle impression on me –
because it’s showing up now in my aesthetic responses to the wilderness
of my homeland.

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