These giant bodies of jungle rock boulder over the bay’s tides. Almost as if they are protectors of the lands. They hang there majestically watching down upon the green enormity below. Their silence echoes all around, you couldn’t help but be engulfed by their beauty. The weighted jungle cascades down from the rocks in every crack and crevice. They are its inhabitants and rightly so.
Charcoal black and jungle green mixed well on this particular occasion.
I dreamt of pterodactyls flying over the masses; I was in a world different to my own. A Jurassic world. It was so surreal. I was in paradise and I could not be happier.