Words
Oliver Apel
"Running through deep lush wilderness- photosynthesis palpable, blood rising like sap. Amongst the waist high ferns, shelf lichen like dinner plates, and moss hanging in diaphanous folds from ancient spruce, movement is distilled to its primal essence. It becomes an act of exploratory necessity. Through the fog and Komorebi, the solemnity is replaced by velocity. Immersed in the titanic lung, the feeling is supernatural".
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Words: Adam Voidoid
Photos: Moe Lauchert