Green.

To a forest. Green green green. So green.



Photosynthesis, explains Marguerite - clearly what is going on here above us and all around. Jules ponders and eventually concurs.











For me, the only unfailing inspiration is nature. Cities all over are beautiful, but when you breathe in trees, walk through their exfoliation, listen to the wind there, sense them lumbering over you, nowhere else compares.