The Boathouse

Still water holds its secrets perfectly. A weathered boathouse, its spire crumbling and its door open to the dark, sits at the edge of a forest that has long since stopped asking questions. The reflection is almost more real than the structure itself... doubled, inverted, undisturbed. This is the kind of place that exists just outside the edges of maps. For walls that welcome a little mystery.

Taken in Faskally Forest, Scotland. 2026.

Printed on Hahnemühle Pearl Photo Rag. Archival quality.