Lost in a birch forest near Grövelsjön, close to the border between Sweden and Norway, I came across this sequence of rotting trunks lying on their deathbed made of blueberries, watched over by younger trees like silent relatives gathered in prayer. Suddently, some twisted roots grabbed my gaze like a cold arthritic hand, and dragged me into a visual path through the history of that little corner of paradise.

Take a look at my PORTFOLIO!