This is a bend in the picture that makes me recall; it was three years back:
a misty mystery morning at the other side of this bend, during which I thought of Alice's Wonderland. Time spins, light revolve, and colours remix since then, and dimensions of different phases align today.A new photographic wonderland appears.
It got me walking more than three years to finally realize another wonderment at this side of the bend, but they are only ten steps apart.
And the jungle has gone through "different phases of existence", but ever ready to accompany, and never boastful or conceited, in all these years.
How long is three years? A ten walking steps distance.
How long is another three years?