Current Gallery: trail ( piece)
Most of my pictures are taken along a narrow trail on the verge of the forest where the waves are lapping ashore. From the first time I was out there a couple of years ago the magic caught my heart. The way the trees bow and tumble for the ceaseless waves. The way new trees takes to grow where the old ones fell, reaching for the blue sky overhead with only thought to grow. The way the sun filters through the canopy and reflects on the waves like it is dancing. I am very grateful I have had the oportunity and time to discover this beauty and even more grateful for passing it on through my pictures.
Most of my pictures are taken along a narrow trail on the verge of the forest where the waves are lapping ashore. From the first time I was out there a couple of years ago the magic caught my heart. The way the trees bow and tumble for the ceaseless waves. The way new trees takes to grow where the old ones fell, reaching for the blue sky overhead with only thought to grow. The way the sun filters through the canopy and reflects on the waves like it is dancing. I am very grateful I have had the oportunity and time to discover this beauty and even more grateful for passing it on through my pictures.