The Bridge at Cypress Gardens.

Stepping beneath the forest canopy at Cypress Gardens is the grown-up equivalent of hiding out in a pillow fort. Inside, you're enclosed in a delightful riot of light and color without a clear indication where up separates from down. There's wildness here that's lacking in similar, more curated water gardens. It's important to follow the wayfinders when passing under the bridge in a canoe. Wouldn't want to get stuck in the mud and step on a gator. That would be bad.

Oil on Canvas. 48x36.″ 2600. Purchase from Gallery