green landart
red berries | black hole | green weeds | landart
landart: green grass snaking through beech leaves
fingerprints in the frost on a poplar tree trunk
green frosted poplar leaves on a path across a meadow before and after sunrise
landart red oak leaf segments on wet green grass
evolution
dandelion explosion
dewdrop meander
landart elmleafmeander
twohundredandthirtyeight handmade dewdrops
buttercups 2
beechroots surrounded with beechleaves surrounded with twigs
green zigzag
dandelion explosion 1
dandelion explosion 2
dandelion explosion 3
dandelion explosion 4
dandelion explosion 5
dandelion explosion 6
dandelion explosion 7
dandelion explosion 8
dandelion explosion 9
yellow linden leaf sun
elm leaves stitched together with pine needles floating in the lee of an island on a calm sunday morning
linden Leaf Sun
tigerbaum
beechleaf zigzag
hangender pappelblattmaander
hangender pappelblattmaander
hangender pappelblattmaander
hangender pappelblattmaander
snow_graffitti
drei schneeballe an weidenaste hangend vertical
drei schneeballe an weidenaste hangend2
spatulated's snowballs
one snowball hanging
landart: blue ice floating in a red sunset
blue ice balancing
icehenge
ice henge 1
two years later
erster schnee ring auf hohler baumstumpf
erster schnee ring auf hohler baumstumpf 2
growth rings of snow on a tree stump
growth rings of snow on a tree stump
snowballrow
snowballrow2
charcoal on poplar
 
Our village life would stagnate if it were not for the unexplored forrests and meadows which surround it. We need the tonic of wildness--to wade sometimes in marshes where the bittern and the meadow-hen lurk, and hear the booming of the snipe; to smell the whispering sedge where only some wilder and more solitary fowl builds her nest, and the mink crawls with his belly close to the ground. At the same time we are earnest to explore and learn all things, we require that all things be mysterious and
unexplorable, that land and sea be infinitely wild, unsurveyed and unfathomed by us because unfathomable. We can never have enough of nature. We must be refreshed by the sight of inexaustible vigour, vast and Titanic features, the seacoast with its wrecks, the wilderness with its living and decaying trees, the thundercloud, and the rain which lasts three weeks and produces freshets. We need to witness our own limits trangressed, and some life pasturing freely where we never wander.

- Henry David Thoreau