Anatomy of the Forest

Anatomy of the Forest

Bare branches reach through layers of rust and copper, creating a tapestry where individual trees dissolve into collective form. Late autumn light catches skeletal limbs while stubborn leaves cling to their final season, scattered like memory through the interwoven network. There is both chaos and order here—thousands of branches intersecting at random yet forming patterns that feel inevitable, purposeful. The forest stripped to its essence becomes something beyond landscape, more meditation than documentation, revealing the hidden architecture beneath summer's green disguise. What appears at first as ending reveals itself as exposure, the moment when structure shows itself clearly, when we finally see how everything connects beneath the surface.