My eyes gleaned across the sea of blue-green earth that covered the forest floor
A blanket for those great roots
Each tree with its own rank
Some existed to reform
Some existed to obscure
Each with its own story
I took those first steps and entered a world different from my own – enigmatic and quiet. Each step aligned with each heartbeat.
It was near impossible to overlook the one woody perennial nearing eight centuries
- everything else sank into insignificance...

text © malai carrara
photo - Lana Land from series Retro blue~s