We all wear camouflage. We clothes ourselves in the fashions of our cultures, of our workplaces and of our identities. I clothe myself in the colours of the Cedar forest where I work and wander, or the dolostone outcroppings where I look for tracks. I am not only wearing the colours, but often the images of Oak leaves, old bark, twigs and grasses. I wear the deep layered images of the land as ceremony and as camouflage.