The soft sound of the bamboo swaying in the wind leaves you enchanted. You trek along the path of mismatched stone, you’re transported somewhere, somewhere different, far from here somewhere ancient. It’s a feeling of isolation, separate from the rest of the world, yet magical.
I only had moments in this whispering forest, the light was failing and the distance getting there was more than anticipated. I knew I needed to capture it, suspend it in time just as these tall stalks seem to be. So quiet, so serene, so distant from our chaotic urban life. You could spend years in the city chasing the feeling of serenity you experience here in just a moment. Each time I stare into this image that serenity is relived.