(A note with images from March 7, 2021)

Today was different: it started grey and fairly cold. One year of 21^st century pandemic, has certain effects. Dominant is the feeling of uncertainty. There are roadblocks at the border. Still, after six months with meetings by ‘skype’ only, the three of us met at small parking-place, to walk in the forest.

No kissing or hugging, we focus on nature, and some human acts.

One should not carve in skin of trees, but testimonies often are built on scars.

Going north, a logger had felled a tree and new life settled on the cut surface.

Tiny leaves left from autumn, have shadows imprinted on bark.

About fifty years ago, someone planted stakes on (and with a) purpose. One straight, the other leaning for support, joined with an iron nail.

Here, there is quietude, and the option to choose which way to go.

At another time, one may meet a fellow traveler on this earth, his/her shelter being a hole in the ground.

Someone took a token of belief, and by placing it in old tree trunk, fixed time and memory.

The clefts and riggles of bark of this birch tree surpass abstraction.

“Three of us is enough: not afraid of tension or to separate fields,
and create boundaries”

text and images (c) Drager Meurtant, March 7-8, 2021