The Living Canopy

Deep in the rainforest the light doesn't fall so much as filter — broken into a thousand soft pieces by the leaves far overhead. Standing underneath, you feel small in the best possible way.
I pointed the camera straight up and let the canopy fill the frame: layer upon layer of green, alive with movement, every leaf reaching for the same patch of sky.
I named it The Living Canopy because that's what it is — not a ceiling, but a whole world breathing above you.