Surreal minimal photograph. A large hardcover book lies open on a plain white table, and from between its two open pages grows a dense miniature forest — tiny birch trees four or five inches tall with real bark and leaves, a small mossy path disappearing between them, a thread of morning mist hanging low. The rest of the table is completely bare. A woman's hand reaches from the left edge of the frame, fingertip just touching the first tree. Soft diffused daylight from above, perfect shadow under the forest, the trees perfectly in focus. Small caption at the bottom: "every book is a place". Pale clean palette with the forest green as the only rich color, magical quiet mood. 4:5 vertical.