KERRY LANE
The Gunflint Trail is a place of survival and silence, where beauty and decay walk side by side. On the Gunflint Trail, life is shaped by wild waters, battered woods, and long winters that leave their mark on everything. As an outfitter at Clearwater Historic Lodge, I move between the living wilderness and the ruins it leaves behind, documenting life at the edge of silence.My photography captures the essence of this environment — the worn trails that tell stories of countless journeys, the splintered cabins that whisper of resilience, the fleeting light that dances across the landscape, and the heavy stillness that envelops every corner of the land. Each image invites reflection on the harmony and tension inherent in this place and in the remote areas I wander — places where time erodes, rebuilds, and speaks a profound language of solitude.
GUNFLINT TRAIL BASED PHOTOGRAPHY
In the deep woods, survival is measured by the weight of an axe, the bite of a saw, the calloused hand that wields them. These are not just tools — they are extensions of the land itself, forged by need, tempered by time. In their scars and edges, the old stories of the Gunflint Trail are still written.
TOOLS OF THE TRADE
DECAY
Nothing here lasts untouched. The forest reclaims. The seasons strip bare. Time leans heavy on every surface, pulling life back into the earth.
These photographs are a record of that slow undoing — a tribute to the beauty found not in what endures, but in what fades.
Decay is not the end here. It’s part of the story, written in rust, rot, and bone.
WILDLIFE
In the deep woods, across frozen silence and the heavy breath of summer, the watchers move — sharp-eyed, unseen, and stitched into the land itself.
The fox, the hunter, the wanderer — one among many who endure the seasons and the hunger that comes with them.
This collection is a glimpse into their world, where survival is the only law and beauty lives side by side with instinct and fear
Above the sleeping forests and the black lakes, the sky unravels into fire.
The northern lights move like ancient spirits — silent, untouchable, and full of forgotten voices.
This collection is a witness to the wilderness above the wilderness, where the stars burn, the colors bleed, and the night itself seems alive.
AURORA
There are moments when the wild world shifts — when the wind forgets its path, the stars smear across the sky, and the ground itself seems to breathe.
This collection captures the thin places where the natural and the otherworldly meet, where time slips loose and the ordinary turns to myth.
SUPERNATURAL
Tucked between forest and water, the homestead stands — weathered by wind, tempered by fire, and anchored by hands that have shaped the land.
This collection is a record of daily life at the edge of the wild, where the work is hard, the nights are long, and every mark — every scar — tells a story.
Here, survival is not a battle but a way of living, stitched deep into the bones of this place.
