The Forests

Standing in the woodlands (Ooijbossen) I see plenty of randomness. Crossing tree-lines of fallen willows that branch out again, irregular movement of the leaves in the wind and erratic movement of birds and mammals. Closing my eyes I can hear  different rhythms associated to them, from the slow cracking trees to the rustle of leaves in the wind. Many consider the Ooijbossen chaotic an impenetrable, for my they express a vibrant harmony in which I love to get lost in time.