Anne Rantakylä

Wandering around I saw a huge tree‭. ‬Huge tree that was hollow from the base‭. ‬I looked into that hole‭. ‬Could I fit inside that tree‭? ‬Yes‭, ‬I definitely could‭.. ‬I have never done that‭, ‬I have to try it‭.. ‬Too bad the tree was on a fairly busy pathway‭. ‬I had a‭ ‬go‭. ‬I dropped my backpack to the ground and squeezed inside with my camera‭. ‬First impression was a complete silence‭. ‬That silence was indescribable‭. ‬Only little light reached the walls of the tree‭. ‬The surrounding tree was deep brown‭, ‬layered with years and fine spider web‭. ‬I felt that the weight of three hundred years was above me‭, ‬the tree was alive‭. ‬There was another hole inside‭; ‬I looked out to the forest‭. ‬Birds were singing‭, ‬it was very static inside‭, ‬it was different time there‭. ‬In that silence I noticed a continuous hum‭, ‬like the ocean‭. ‬It could not have been my blood circulation‭; ‬my veins are not that enormous‭. ‬I looked nervously out‭, ‬I was afraid the first passing dog would smell me and I would have to explain to the owner what the hell I was doing‭ ‬in there‭, ‬the dog probably would have understood‭. ‬I crept out and looked at the tree with great respect‭.‬

Belfast, 2016