I keep walking.

Silence and the fog, my legs move slowly following my thoughts and my camera. A bunch of young deer emerges from the woods and me, surprised, I can’t even put my eye to the finder because of the enchantment of their slight rustling; then back in the trees, silence again, I’m alone again amid signs that nature reveals, trying to make me give, away from it all, a new chapter of a never-ending dialogue.

This is my forest, that sometimes openly narrates, more often jealously preserves.