To describe a forest, is to simultaneously speak, and laugh, and sing, be quiet, run and stand still, draw and dream. There are limited ways to express beatitude, and so it goes with most of our most beloved moments. Let’s keep it out of photography, out of words, out of music or art. Let’s keep them infinite, without any descriptions.
This Pine Forest wears the idea of the pine tallness, the memory of the overlapped layers of foliage, the sound of the birds, the bold fragrance of resin and resembles the colors of the Great Tit.