Psychedelic sensibilities are not restricted to urban or festival settings, or substances ingested. They are as close as the near or farside of your eyelids, and the environment on either side of your front door. Our home is in the National Forest; an island in a lush emerald ocean, where every moment is a new trip. This is a photolog of the trip.
Sunday, May 11, 2014
Our Home
The forest gives us a hug during the warmer months. Lots of green, lots of bugs, lots of berries and mushrooms. Jungle sounds surround us. Poison and venomous things grow and creep closer. They've been here longer than us:
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