In Progress
the photographs that I have been taking. sometimes paired with (semi)auitobiographical writing and sometimes by themselves

The young man stared up through the overhanging branches.  He listened intently for any sound of another Man.  He was lost but only in a physical sense.  His body was in a place that it had never been and did not know how to return to the places it knew.  His mind however, was beaming.  He had never felt this at home.  No one was here to bother him.  To ask him trivial questions or complain about benign matters.  In this place; in this forest, he was home.  Not once did he miss the life that he left behind.