I usually try to move stealthily through the trees of the satoyama forest, listening in to nature&rs
I usually try to move stealthily through the trees of the satoyama forest, listening in to nature’s sounds. But on a dry day in late December with a thick carpet of fallen leaves, there’s little chance of that. I daydream that I’m carried straight into the heart of a Miyazaki Hayao fantasy - I am the sound of the forest! I become part of it. And it feels as fantastic as it sounds! Hassawa, late December, 2015 © Tom Rapsey -- source link