These photographs are created on the beach, not far from my home whereI walked across a little stream, which is coming out of forest andwhich is going to sea during a low tide. Amazed by the form and shapeslittle stream created in a sand, I started to photograph them. Aftersome time I noticed forest where that stream is coming from and Ithought how it would be nice to think that forest is talking to me,that forest is trying to tell me something, that that is one of theways that forest is trying to talk to people, or with world itself.Further, I thought how much forest has to say: millions of years ofsedimented experiences, so many happenings that started and faded away,passed by or stopped forever, it was all converted in a shapes in asand and i was given fraction of it to understand. Further I thoughthow much of it Tasmanian forests are having to say- about loneliness,waiting, desire, death, destruction, dream of return, repentance, cry,greed, love. And even further, I thought, that if I ever wanted tolearn a language of the forest, I have to forget who am I, where I'mcoming from and learn to be forest. And on the end, remember: If you want to understand, you must become.