卡阿拉山

The grain of the walnut plays off the carved valleys so well, it's like the wood was meant for that terrain. I keep catching new details in the ridges every time I walk past it on the wall.

The depth of those ridges is uncanny—I keep running my fingers over the walnut and it genuinely feels like I’m tracing the real coastline. It’s a hefty piece that makes my whole wall look intentional.

The carved valleys cast such dramatic shadows under my desk lamp, it feels like I'm looking at a miniature of the island from a plane window. I caught myself running my fingers over the ridges for a solid five minutes after hanging it up.