A silver forest swirling with a thousand needled sprigs, carried on the call of Stevie Nicks lyrics (she really does get me through most nights).
What if every sprig contained a moment, a memory?
‘You could be my silver springs
Blue green colors flashin’
I would be your only dream
Your shining autumn, ocean crashing..’
Time: 4.5 hours
Inspired by photography of @formgestalter