nature
Where Green Is a Climate
A rainforest is not a place that has plants. It is plants that have a place.
Other forests contain their trees; a rainforest is contained by them. Light arrives at the floor second-hand, filtered through so many layers that noon feels like an aquarium. Everything drips, everything climbs, and every surface that stands still for a season gets moss as a tenant.
These photographs stay in the understory — fan palms spread like patience, mist threading the canopy, the sudden fluorescent shock of new leaves against the old dark green.
Rainforest wallpapers run cooler than jungle clichés suggest: mostly shadow, occasionally emerald. They make a screen feel shaded, which on a long afternoon is its own kind of air conditioning.
