Sometimes it’s FOG, other times it’s smog. A living tree today, a wooden icon tomorrow. A walk on the edge where forest meets city: humid air; cold, park railings, a fragrant forest canopy, the taste of tree resin.
Off-season in Russia: wet tree trunks, social housing blocks reflecting in the puddles, breath vapour, incense smoke from an ancient church.
Top: melted snow, styrax, black pepper Heart: juniper, cedar, frankincense Base: wet tree bark, patchouli, labdanum, benzoin