I had painted this nearly a year ago as environment practice, but left it unfinished as usual.
I was thinking about a friend's story-in-the-works today. What I've read of it so far from it has created some pretty intense synaesthesia: the taste of wet ground and leaves in the air, somewhat musty, fragrant with things alive and dead. It reminded me of this scene, so I went back to it for those few final touches.
Reference: from this photo, © Petra Oldeman: http://1x.com/photo/3471