Deep in the woods of Olympia National Park you can find a nearly mythical land called the Hall of Mosses. Ferns grow thigh high, and moss and lichen cover every surface. Amongst the trees, you can sit and watch for hours in the verdant woods and notice nothing but the midst of a lush and tranquil world. Every once in a while you notice that your observations are being observed. This image depicts that moment right after the owl's large, round eyes appeared out of nowhere. Those eyes did not even belong to a body until the mottled browns and grey feathers, blending seamlessly with the surrounding’s foliage, came into focus. It is a reminder that even on the frontier, you are never alone.

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Artwork by Daniel James.