In class
During the walk into the woods at Stanley Park, I got up close with one of the old growth nurse logs. It had salal springing from its top, while parts of the wood were rotting closer to the ground. Overall the scent of the ground, and the decay taking place in and on it, was much more pungent than the smell of new life growing from the top.
At home
A series of photos documenting the tidal movements in coastal BC. The smell experience during a 12 hours stint at this lagoon had such a spectrum of smell. Albeit I noticed most that the rising water seemed to mute smells of low tide, and that as the temperature dropped the smells of the landscape grew faint while my own smells were much more apparent.
