By Teresa Smith, Journal contributor

I travel to remote islands. I visit forests and mossy coves. I go where there are fewer humans. The wilder and older the forest, the more there is to see and feel.

There is a spirit to the place. “I” am in the woods, but it seems it’s not just me. Sometimes I feel quiet nudges, and sometimes a voice loud enough that I look over my shoulder and the hair stands up on the back of my neck. There is a lot going on out here in these islands. What is it that I am sensing? Is it the trees? The ferns? The foxes in the undergrowth? Is it something unseen? I am curious, and I think it is all of those. And the more I listen and look, the more I see, hear and feel.

This summer, I have been an Artist in Residence with the Bureau of Land Management. Our islands are

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