Forests fascinate me. In the fairy tales of my childhood, wonderful and exciting things always happened in the woods. That’s where the witch had her hut, hidden amongst the dense trees. That’s where the animals came alive at night. That’s where the trees could talk and, if pushed to it by some evil force, even move about from place to place.
Lithuania is covered in with forests, many of which have designated areas for walking and picnicking. On a recent walk we spotted some beautiful wood carvings. I particularly liked this man holding up a tree. I imagined that he was mid-task when the morning light froze him, and that he would begin his work again at twilight.