Woods and water. They meet in an interface of nature indigenous to many of the world’s cultures and history.
Like the mystery of night, this interface is a mystery inexplicably anchored in our nature. We want to be at its edge, touch the sheer surface of the water, break it, and wonder at the contrast of smooth water and rough shore.
But the water is not a smooth, unshattered mirror. The woods interrupt the water, with fallen leaves and fallen limbs, creating infinite patterns of ripples and currents that texture the world reflected in the water.
When we see water, we stand at the edge of another mystery.
All shots taken handheld or by tripod using an iPhone.