A forgotten outcrop rises from the force for like a low living altar, carpeted and velvet mass so thick it swallows every footstep. Beyond it, the tree stand and silent, vigil, half dissolved into fog as though the wood itself is holding its breath whatever once worship shipped here left long ago yet The Moss still grows richer every year fed by offerings no one remembers making.
Printed on Hahnemuhle Photo Rag, and as a metal print
A forgotten outcrop rises from the force for like a low living altar, carpeted and velvet mass so thick it swallows every footstep. Beyond it, the tree stand and silent, vigil, half dissolved into fog as though the wood itself is holding its breath whatever once worship shipped here left long ago yet The Moss still grows richer every year fed by offerings no one remembers making.
Printed on Hahnemuhle Photo Rag, and as a metal print