Moss
What was once earth and death becomes alive
The slow green creeping whisper quiet along the decay of grief and opaque crystals of dew bring breath to dark mouths
Soft moss
A blanket of delicate emerald heals the wounds of passing time.
Am loving the timelapse sequences and tilt shift used in this piece. Also, it features Bournemouth where I spent three happy student years :)
I’m hoping to make a documentary film about coastal Essex, focusing on the piers in Walton, Clacton and Southend. I’ve been gathering tidbits of research and inspiration. This was a big help.
