Along the winding path, inside the hedgerows; playful field birds hop branches within. Alongside, enigmatic labyrinths of gnarly spaces in-between meander with red berries vibrating rich alchemy.
I dream to be here, and photographs become dreams as I rise up over hills, feet drenched in wet grass, side by side the curious farm animals peeping out from sleeping fields. Behind the lens lies the trance - a state of hyper reality; a sumptuous intricacy of nature’s woven carpet, rolling over and caressing distant places, frees me from the constraints of the common reality. Here, nature pleads we take notice and find ourselves deeply within a blade of dewy grass, a distant hill, or alongside a winding paths besot with playful birds.
