I've got forest fever. There is something mysterious and strange about loosing yourself in it's depths. Mesmerising and hauntingly beautiful. I can almost smell the mossy dampness in all it's character. The first two images are art instillations by Francisco Infante--Arana and Nonna Gorunova. As sourced by So much to tell you the works are a 'juxtaposition of cold, stark mirror, luscious foliage; organic and geometric.' Search for more via the first link. I really love the composition of their work--somehow the merge of natural and unnatural is seamless to the point of confusion.