The relentless ocean swell sweeps in and around the old black stump, pounding it with froth and gritty sand. Slowly the waves wash away its tenacious grip to the land, a losing battle for the once mighty tree now becoming part of the ocean it use to survey from on high.
Barnacles cling to its weathered shrunken timber, crabs call in home and starfish come and visit on the tide. The cloud filled moody sky a backdrop to its slow passing, life is fleeting in the spectrum of time, the ocean is claiming its victory over the fallen.
Deep in the forest, beneath the outstretched branches of towering fur trees lies the still cool waters of a grassy swamp bathed in the autumn... View full product details
Across the might mountain peaks the misty shrouding veil shifts and flows creating a mysterious game of hide and seek with the snowy caps. The... View full product details
The regal city built as much on the flowing river that runs through it as the rushing traffic that pass over it hums with life.... View full product details