What does music of the forest feel like? Is it the wind blowing in our hair or the dark shadows staring at us before sunset?
Not exactly. A year ago I found a new way to see and hear it. It was an accident. One of those lucky ones that happens when one is ready. And I don't find it every time I go inside a forest - I still need some luck.
I found spiders- those masters whose work can be compared to the greatest composers, at least visually. It's almost like the spider webs are playing music.
This has completely changed how I see the landscape of a forest. The forest is a small world in itself, but in it, these webs are creating small worlds of their own.
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