Tunneling my way through the cold of January, hedgeriding and still listening to the silence… Me, the low light and the camera. Long exposure brings out the dynamics and shifting forms that the mundane eye does not see. Here is Janus in the ivy, the door and the gate in the thicket, hawthorn tree: divine interface and eye opener, mistletoe the alien being in between the worlds, breaking with the laws of space and time, sloes in the dark of night, communion with the past, guarded by pins of slumber…
Holle’s realm in heaven is entered through openings below.
It means an inversion of directions, a mirror to the here and now.
Wiebke Rost 
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