Category: Escape from the City

Now and then you just have to escape the city. Sketches inspired by my forest adventures.

On the run

I am in the forest. The trees, waking up from their winter sleep, reveal fresh…

Once there was a donkey and his name was Bertus. He lived in a stable,…

When the wind races through the forest it sounds like crashing waves. With each strong…

From the mossy crevices of trees once blackened by lightening strikes and the fallen branches…