The light seems brightest when it’s so close to the shadows…
Kurth Kiln
150.
Where forest meets sky, and sky meets sea; there you will find me.
146.
There are slender fingers, curling in the forest…
145.
There are ancient rivers, running through the forest…
144.
There are curtains twitching in the corners of our vision, on a still afternoon in the forest…
143.
We’re always reaching up towards the light, deep in the forest…
142.
There are bursts of colour, escaping deep in the forest…
141.
There are secret paths, winding deep in the forest…
140.
There are strange reflections, hiding deep in the forest…
139.
There are strange machinations, buried deep in the forest…
Timothy Moss 