The tranquility and form of nature is a fragile thing…so easily disrupted and distorted beyond recognition…still, she is able to rebind herself to her original form as if the very forces of gravity and the universe are pulling every atom and broken fragment back in to there original essence. Ancient trees harvested by an ancient means give growth to new, and the roads used to access and harvest them reclaimed…and rightfully so, by the seedlings of their taken parents, maybe even their grandparents. Creeks and streams emerge as if by magic from stone mountain sides, and as if in the exact right places to make sure all get a drink…wherever she can she folds back in on herself and recreates. While it seems the skin of nature is clearly as fragile as our own…the depth of her roots and the lifeblood of her essence…run very deep and far beyond the simple notions of life and existence we’ve come to understand – she is everlasting.
“Look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better.” – Albert Einstein