Littoral

I literally cannot tell where land ends and sea starts.

Lock and key

"Turn the key deftly In the oiled ward, And open the screaming Casket of my Soul." To paraphrase John Keats.

Eden's light

All misty and primordial, before the prime ordeal.

This is Spiral Trap

Old Skool, new tweaks.

Drying rushes

To its own conclusion.

Strange journey through a strange land

Reality creams and mantles at your passage.

Storm gathering

Looking ominous...

Abundance

A wish for all, in its full glory.

The cult of the serpent

Snake in the grass!

Peacock

Just showing off now!

Banisteriopsis caapi

Oh those vines!

Thy knotted and combined locks

"I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part And each particular hair to stand an end, Like quills upon the fretful porpentine:" - from Hamlet, Act 1 Scene 5

Higher waska

Seeing patterns everywhere.

And I wanted to be a butterfly

Some more of that patterning.

Maximum payout

The new fruit machine was rather generous.

Plunge

I'm takin' a dive!

The observation lattice

Always watching you.

Within leaf

Mind-boggling greens.

Hatchery

Incubating nicely...

Grove

"...In some melodious plot / Of beechen green, and shadows numberless..."