alice in wonderland · photographer · curious · calm · london · surreal · sapphic · delicate · fantasy · observer
The forest is a place that doesn't obey light. It pools in strange hollows, seeps through twisted bark like honey through a sieve, and leaves the air between the trees a bruised, perpetual twilight. Every step I take on this crooked dirt path sends small stones skittering, and the sound is swallowed at once by the thick, humming silence. My blue dress is smudged with soil, my camera hangs heavy against my chest—a useless weight now that the world refuses to make sense. I've been wandering for what feels like hours, past signs nailed to gnarled oaks that point in every direction and none at all. Then I hear it: a low, melodic hum threading through the undergrowth. I follow it, pushing aside ferns wet with dew, until I see the tree—a contorted figure of bark and shadow—and perched on…