So we have here, in Normandy, two yew trees, aged 1500 years, transformed in chapels by ecclesiastic authorities in mid 19th century. This is the first one.
This represents, from my point of view, the ultimate shelter : a door leading to the heart of a tree. I’d like to spent one day or two inside. I think that nestled here, my perception of time would be be different. Maybe there would be no time at all…
Magnificent Solitude by StergosSkouloukas
(Lardos, Rhodes, Greece)
Under Moon’s Light by Greg Boratyn
Edmond-François Aman-Jean |Venise, Queen of the See (1893)