THE STORY BEHIND THE PHOTOS
I was passing through the outskirts of Livingston, New Jersey one afternoon, when I noticed what looked like a swamp - first with some extremely large, fallen trees covered in thick blankets of verdant moss, and then a black-water dead zone populated by dozens of lifeless but still standing trees. I made a mental note of this place and was determined to return to do some shooting.
A few weeks later I did and was greeted by an other-worldly scene. The forest floor was littered with numerous over-sized trees that lay where they fell. These fallen giants were slowly being reabsorbed into the forest floor - a bright green blanket of moss was swallowing them whole.
Later I made my way to the black-water, dead zone area of the swamp. Dragon flies swirled around me as I trudged through three inches of muddy topsoil. The landscape was filled with the carcasses of dozens of dead-but-still-standing trees. I felt like I had been transported back to a primordial time, marked by the extreme proximity of life and death.
As daylight began to fade I realized it was time to leave. All at once, I was struck by how beauty can take many forms - it can even be found in the death and decay of a once mighty forest.
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