Acacia Johnson

These images are a meditation on the boreal landscape of Alaska, my childhood home. In the Far North, a place not governed by conventions of light or time, hours pass in the movement of the stars, in the rush of the sea ice adrift in the tide. Together with my family, I sought the places and occurrences that illustrate the wondrousness I perceived as a child. To me, the landscape escapes the bounds of the earth, its subtleties happening inside of us as much as they are happening outside. Through my camera, I constructed a personal mythology for my family, in which the landscape serves as a gateway to a numinous realm, and we stand, awestruck yet at home, at the border.