In discarded magnolia pedals.
In the streets of India, which are always littered with cows.
In a cobblestone street in the UK.
On the edge of an oceanside cliff.
On a log in the Boreal forest.
Near a geothermal crevice in New Zealand.
On centuries old hardwood floor.
In the Great Barrier Reef (ok I’m not standing in this one technically).
In the cobblestone streets of Belgium.
On the edge of a sacred lake on top of a volcano in New Zealand.
Next to a granite rock that has been pushed up above the earth’s surface.
In the soft sand of an Australian beach.
On a plank way over the Rideau Canal.
In fallen maple leaves in Vancouver autumn.