Roots of a ficus tree (Panama). I love trees, in fact I can´t get enough of them. I stood here in a forest of these gnarled and twisted but elegent ficus trees, water pooling between the network of roots and stared, open mouthed in astonisment for about 10 minutes. Then I took pictures.

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