Through making the natural fantastical, one can defamiliarize oneself with the world to then rediscover it.

The wind rustling in the leaves, the trickling stream bordered with lush green moss, a songbird taking off towards the sky. With beauty undeniable, the natural world has never lost its magic. I remember so well those summer days running through that flourishing world, letting my imagination run wild, seeing both fairies and angels hidden behind ruff bark. That fantastical world has etched itself so vividly in my mind, and I am reminded of it every time I see their remnants. It might just be a branch on the side of the road, or a hidden glen by a car park that makes my heart flutter like it did back then. And when it does, I find myself like a child with a glass jar, trying to catch the intimate, marvelous moment, that glimpse of enchantment, so that I might show my friends.