Zurich to Hurlach, Thomas Kelly in hand, rolling through innumerable train stops with names I can't pronounce or read. Once I arrive at the castle and am introduced to new friends, I quickly grab the camera and head out to document the surrounding area on a cold and windswept afternoon. I walk a path that snakes out of the quiet town into the forest where I discover stark visual treasures around every turn. I am the only one on this land for miles. The brisk air sweeps around me and rings in my ears as the great expanse around me appears almost artificial; I lose perception of it's great distance.