THE NORTH RIDING PROJECT

The forest lay sleeping its never interrupted sleep.  Over it passed the days and the nights.  The summer sun shone above it, the winter rains fell upon it.  Its trees were centuries old, an unending green overrunning the mountain, invading the plain, lost in the infinite.  It was like a sea that had never been explored, locked in its own mystery.

Amado/Violent, 2013