High key forest

Ancient Folk tales cast the forest as a dark threshold, a place to get lost and never return. In these high‑key images, the same trees are washed in pale light, stripped of menace, reduced to grain, bark, fog. Outside the frame, land is cultivated, gridded, paved; our days fenced in by work, cities, computerscreens. Here, the forest is not a threat but the reminder of an older fabric, still present, still breathing just beyond the asphalt. These bright fragments ask whether the danger was ever in the woods at all, or in how far we have walked away from them. Looking at these images is to see the light of nature again, thin but persistent, seeping back in.