Everything is different in the forest. The air is clear, unfiltered. The sound is soft, warm. The light is sharp in places, absent in others. We hear sounds like a baby’s cry; catbirds moving unseen. Everywhere is life, shadows across the path. Even the trees seem to move, wrapping around each other in a timeless embrace.
Every time I’m here, I’m home…
Timothy Moss 
Fantastic picture! Where was it taken?
Thanks Dylan. This was taken at a place called Mary Cairncross Park, on the Gold Coast in Queensland Australia.