The sun had just started to rise behind downtown, catching the buildings one by one. Mount Rainier showed up clearly on the horizon—the kind of Seattle morning that made the early start worth it.
Twisted by time and softened by moss, ancient branches stretch and fold into one another, creating a landscape that feels almost sculpted rather than grown. Layers of deep green, weathered wood, and tangled limbs reveal the quiet architecture of a forest shaped slowly over generations.