There is a place in Raccoon Creek State Park where flowers bloom. Just beyond the flowers, lives the forest. Full of trails, paths, and light pouring through the canopy of interwoven tree limbs, speckling the floor below.

The paths vary from clear to overgrown, and the growth is a jumble of both old and new. But which ever path you may choose, every aspect of one’s adventure should be enjoyed.

Flowers may be pretty, but there is much more to this world than a pretty flower.

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Materials:

Used & Discarded:  Drum Heads

Virgin:  Black Acrylic Paint, White Gesso, Construction Adhesive, Signed with a sharpie on the back