Nothing is lost in the forest, nothing is useless, nothing is wasted. Layers upon layers create a sense of time. Nothing ends, it just changes shape. Time of a forest isn’t harsh, it’s solacing. Forest doesn’t take, it doesn’t hurry. Cycle of time prevails the landscape. Time and eternity are present everywhere.
Forest is endless source for stories. Life is teeming everywhere, even in the quietest forests. Forest makes your imagination fly, and it gives life to the fairy tale creatures. Stories are waiting for the listeners.
Photo is from July, 2015. The day was hot and rainy. Just moments after I took the photo it started pouring rain.
Rainy day made the colors shine and made the forest smell wonderful. I searched for the chanterelles but unfortunately found none. Summer rains hadn’t been enough yet. But I didn’t leave the forest empty handed. I had found troll woods of a fairy tale, enchanting atmosphere, light that filtered through the branches and the tranquility that keeps you going in the middle of a busy week.