![“CAN YOU HEAR ME?”
Sharing my favourite place with my brother; Waitarere Forest [2 of 3]
In Waitarere’s forest it’s dark, cold, damp and quite. It feels like you could walk forever on the pine needle floor and never get to the endof the forest. As a child playing in this forest, I loved hearing the echoes of my voice after I had yelled something. I told Scott to run ahead and scream “can you hear me?” he did and I heard the multiple echoes that came after. Echoes always have fascinated me; hearing your own voice carry on. It always makes me feel like they wouldn't stop till everyone had heard, what you had said.
I have not edited any of my photos, I love them to much as they are. I feel the darkness of the forest coming through; the depth. The photo to me, also shows exactly how I saw it with my own eyes.](https://s3.amazonaws.com/aphs.worldnomads.com/jacindasworld/42847/exploring137.jpg "“CAN YOU HEAR ME?”
Sharing my favourite place with my brother; Waitarere Forest [2 of 3]
In Waitarere’s forest it’s dark, cold, damp and quite. It feels like you could walk forever on the pine needle floor and never get to the endof the forest. As a child playing in this forest, I loved hearing the echoes of my voice after I had yelled something. I told Scott to run ahead and scream “can you hear me?” he did and I heard the multiple echoes that came after. Echoes always have fascinated me; hearing your own voice carry on. It always makes me feel like they wouldn't stop till everyone had heard, what you had said.
I have not edited any of my photos, I love them to much as they are. I feel the darkness of the forest coming through; the depth. The photo to me, also shows exactly how I saw it with my own eyes.")
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“CAN YOU HEAR ME?”
Sharing my favourite place with my brother; Waitarere Forest [2 of 3]
In Waitarere’s forest it’s dark, cold, damp and quite. It feels like you could walk forever on the pine needle floor and never get to the endof the forest. As a child playing in this forest, I loved hearing the echoes of my voice after I had yelled something. I told Scott to run ahead and scream “can you hear me?” he did and I heard the multiple echoes that came after. Echoes always have fascinated me; hearing your own voice carry on. It always makes me feel like they wouldn't stop till everyone had heard, what you had said.
I have not edited any of my photos, I love them to much as they are. I feel the darkness of the forest coming through; the depth. The photo to me, also shows exactly how I saw it with my own eyes.
