Imagine finding this place for the very first time.
Before names, before maps, before the world was made smaller by understanding.
You emerge from the dense brush beneath a dark and restless sky, and suddenly this scene opens before you. Water pours endlessly over stone into the silent pool below. The air is alive with mist and the deep, constant voice of the falls. Ancient trees twist themselves toward the fading light, bent by eons of wind. It seems as though they have spent centuries listening to something I can no longer hear, but somehow still awakens something within me.
There are no roads here. There are no trails. No signs that anyone else has ever been here.
Only the feeling that you have crossed some invisible boundary into a place older than memory.
There is far more than simply beauty here. This place feels powerful. The type of place that shamans or priestesess would have retreated to in order to speak with their Gods.
As I stand here, I ask myself, is it wonder that I feel, as if I have stumbled upon sacred ground untouched by anyone before me? Or is what I’m feeling quieter? A whisper from somewhere deep within me that I am not alone here. Perhaps the Gods of this place still linger. Can I feel them here? Do I hear them calling me back to them?
Some places are still so wild they keep a piece of you after you’ve left and, in return, change you.
Limited Edition of 25 prints each signed and numbered
Want to see what Hidden would look like in your home or office? Click here to request a free mock up!
Imagine finding this place for the very first time.
Before names, before maps, before the world was made smaller by understanding.
You emerge from the dense brush beneath a dark and restless sky, and suddenly this scene opens before you. Water pours endlessly over stone into the silent pool below. The air is alive with mist and the deep, constant voice of the falls. Ancient trees twist themselves toward the fading light, bent by eons of wind. It seems as though they have spent centuries listening to something I can no longer hear, but somehow still awakens something within me.
There are no roads here. There are no trails. No signs that anyone else has ever been here.
Only the feeling that you have crossed some invisible boundary into a place older than memory.
There is far more than simply beauty here. This place feels powerful. The type of place that shamans or priestesess would have retreated to in order to speak with their Gods.
As I stand here, I ask myself, is it wonder that I feel, as if I have stumbled upon sacred ground untouched by anyone before me? Or is what I’m feeling quieter? A whisper from somewhere deep within me that I am not alone here. Perhaps the Gods of this place still linger. Can I feel them here? Do I hear them calling me back to them?
Some places are still so wild they keep a piece of you after you’ve left and, in return, change you.
Limited Edition of 25 prints each signed and numbered
Want to see what Hidden would look like in your home or office? Click here to request a free mock up!
