My Solitudes : Print #8 : The Forest in Winter
"I struggle in the restricted space to get my clothes on, and then unzip the door ... In Japanese there is a simple word to express what I felt as I saw the surrounding landscape – sugoi! Do I need to translate? I think not ... Snow everywhere. Snow on every tree, on every branch of every tree, on every twig of every branch. As I can see on the branch that hangs just in front of the tent door, the snow has adhered in such quantities that even the tiniest twigs have ballooned out to become some centimeters in diameter. And not only is there snow on every horizontal surface, as one would expect, but the vertical tree trunks too are plastered with it. ... And the sky above – a completely clear and bright blue! What a lucky break!"