Reflected Patterns +

Amidst the vast, undulating landscape of the Boardman Tree Farm, a rare moment unfolded before my eyes. It was late afternoon, the sun lingering low on the horizon, casting a golden hue across the sea of trees. As I ventured deeper into the heart of the forest, I stumbled upon a clearing that seemed to hold its breath.

A mosaic of trunks and branches surrounded a still pond, perfectly mirroring the vibrant greens and yellows of the conifers above. The reflections danced gently on the water's surface, weaving together an almost surreal portrait of nature's beauty. Each tree stood proud and tall, as if guarding the tranquility of this serene oasis.

With every click of the shutter, I captured the haunting stillness, acutely aware that this scene teetered on the edge of existence. Just weeks remained before the last stand would fall, swallowed by progress and the relentless march of time. The air felt heavy with unspoken stories of the land, and the tranquility of the moment filled me with a mix of awe and sorrow.

In that fleeting span of time, I became a witness not just to this exquisite reflection, but to the transient nature of beauty itself.