electric forest
A place of awe and seclusion, of magenta leaves and cerulean fog. Surreality is often the most relaxing of escapes, I find.
Shot on an early morning walk with my dog at my secret neighborhood park in Santa Cruz, California. I had been hoping for fog like this for many months. Though the fog tends to create a blanked of hushed quiet, the strange cormorants' call echoed in the lagoon, and beyond that you could hear the rhythm of ocean waves crashing on the shore.
Shot on an early morning walk with my dog at my secret neighborhood park in Santa Cruz, California. I had been hoping for fog like this for many months. Though the fog tends to create a blanked of hushed quiet, the strange cormorants' call echoed in the lagoon, and beyond that you could hear the rhythm of ocean waves crashing on the shore.
