Brittany Purlee (Above left)
I’ve been self employed for over a decade, and while this is truly wonderful in many ways, I’m really tired too. Lockdown gave me rest, when I let it. After the first few weeks of anxiously refreshing news feeds, I found myself drawn to more tactile ways of creating my hours at home. In the warm weather I began to garden, hang laundry to dry, read, swim in the lake, and return to painting.
I have no clue what’s next, but right now I’m clinging to noticing more and achieving less. This photo was taken in one of these moments—a delightful surprise of color as I came inside from my makeshift garage studio to rinse my brush. I lament that the reality has been much, much more difficult for many, and hope for a future where we can all be less hyper-vigilant about survival stress, and become more connected to ourselves, to others, and the world.
Sigrid Bjorbekkmo (Above right)
Weds, 09:20, July. The season of the midnight sun is short, and it feels like it is almost gone before one gets to enjoy it. On 69 degrees north, above the arctic circle, the sun never sets for some weeks during the summer months. The light is warm, reflected in the landscape in shades of orange and red. The steep mountains, sandy beaches, flowers and weeds are the same as when I grew up, but I have changed. Capturing these fleeting summer landscapes, watching the light change minute by minute gives perspective about time passing, and has become some of my best summer memories.
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