Baltic Trees

I spent last New Year on the danish island of Langeland to escape the noise and the people. I had a couple of surprisingly sunny days I used for walking around aimlessly. These trees were part of something that amounted to less than a forest but more than single trees that happened to stand together. On the horizon you can just about make out Elsehoved Strand on Fyn, where I spent my summer holidays in 1977. Elvis Presley died on the day we drove back to Hamburg. Watching that place 40 odd years later felt weird, almost as if the much younger me was right there, on the other side of that strip of the baltic sea. Seperated only by dinstance instead of time. I liked the shape of the trees.