My kitchen is a collection of murky mason jars, hanging herbs, and withered mushrooms drying beneath the counter. These things I gather from the world around me; I grow them in my garden and forage them from the sprawling Ozark Mountains beyond my home. Each object has a purpose: they turn to tinctures, balms, lotions, teas, and fragrant perfumes. My products snake into the blood, lungs, and lives of the people I love. They adorn the bodies of my community, are bought and sold and given as gifts...
Wow. Those pictures are pretty spectacular. I can only imagine what it was like to be there in the moment!
Took a trip there with my company when I was stationed at Fort Ord, California. It was one of the most beautiful places I have ever been! Look forward to going back someday soon. Love your pics!