Secret Steps
These two images take me back to when I was small, exploring the wooded area behind my parents house, pretending I was Indiana Jones in the jungle of Peru or something similar. At an earlier time, all I wanted was a tree fort from which I could lead an imaginary army into battle. My father set out to build one and even though we didn’t get beyond a little platform wedged in the fork of an oak tree, it was perfect. What it lacked in the way of a roof, walls or any sort of safety railing it made up for in its rugged simplicity.
