In this picture, I tried to capture the way the rainforest coated the hills and came down like a tide to an abrupt edge of land cleared for a resort.
The earth is red under all that green and the edge of rainforest trees stand like a hardwood fence. Silently declaring: "Private Property No Trespassing."
One lone and magnificent tree stood on the edge of all that red dirt. I assume that lonely tree was preserved by the resort contracting bigwigs as some sort of an ornament for the future golf course or "green belt."
Two tides. One green tide flowing peacefully down. One red tide rushing upwards. And one witness to it all. An old and magnificent tree standing alone.