I recall the moist and earthy scent
of the moss-covered rocks
where I communed with the elementals as a child...
that semi-sweet and pungent odor.
It seemed alchemical;
the passive remnants of decaying flora mixing with
the clutching roots and underbelly of things fully alive and pushing upward...
two opposing forces creating a magical tension.
Running my fingers over those lush green carpets;
vast empires unfolded before me,
pulling me into their organic diminutive dramas.
Held in the cradle of nature's embrace,
between birth and death,
so viscerally and magically alive...
This is why I enjoy photographing the feminine in the forest.