Dancing Trees
From our walk the other day, when I discovered a grove of birch right next to the underpass to the freeway. It was a tiny forest surrounded by asphalt. If the faeries were hiding out there, they had a very small roaming space in this reality. It had that kind of magical feel though, as if it were actually a doorway into some other place. I wanted to speak of the incongruence in the image, so I layered the mini-forest with the texture of the close up of the asphalt.
