Carissa Paige and a walk into the forest that surrounds me.The tree trunks in this pic are cedar bark and there are a couple of feathers I found as well. The forest surrounds me. It can be both comforting and foreboding, a messy jumble of orderly regeneration that I may or may not see or understand. The sunlight dances in some spots and the shadows take over other spaces. Man chops her down but she returns again and again, maybe a little different, mutated, but alive!
Seasoned 