A l e x R o y l e / a l e x e l i z r o y l e @ g m a i l / 6 6 1 . 9 0 3 . 2 2 2 4
Even as a young boy I had been in the habit of gazing at bizarre natural phenomena, not so much observing them as surrendering to their magic, their confused, deep language. Long gnarled tree roots, colored veins in rocks, patches of oil floating on water, light refracting flaws in glass - all these things had held great magic for me at one time: water and fire particularly, smoke, clouds, and dust, but most of all the swirling specks of color that swam before my eyes the minute I closed them.
- Hermann Hesse - DEMIAN photo by Lily Lake