Fall colors gently reflect on the surface of the placid lake

Where moss blankets the earth, and twisted trees reach skyward, the forest seems to dream with eyes half-open.

Beneath the canopy, the moss rises, folds and falls much like an imaginary creature from Tolkien's universe

Makeshift roads deep in the forests of Nagano

Boats rest on a quiet dock engulfed by autumn morning fog

The forest breathes secrets in silence of the autumn fog

Through decades, an old guardian clings to the earth, wearing moss & greens as its scars

Sunlight peeps in through treetops in Shirakoma

A solitary lakeside cabin deep within a shadowed forest

Golden trees emerge through the drifting mist in Hakuba

A line of golden trees clings to the misty mountainside

A lonely mountaintop lodge watches over rolling peaks