I don’t claim to be disciplined at all, but I’m learning; it’s easy to say ‘I went there yesterday, so why go today? Nothing will have changed’.
So I go and walk the same paths, but differently. Like René Stevens I change the direction, the time of the day, the month, my companions and speed of passage. Do the same and exponentially increase your experiences!
I was out today, walking a familiar route, at a different cadence, stopping from time to time, listening, inspecting. Slow, nowhere pressing to go, I had this part of the Forest to myself.
Hair? Ruins of mouse?
I peered closer. There was structure and form beneath the frizz.
Here the wispyness is feeding on others of its ilk. You can see the form under the threads, web-thralled, powerless.
Troll Dolls were created in Denmark by Thomas Dam in the 1950s and have enjoyed various incarnations since: toy fads, video games, films…
There is but a short window to observe this aptly named Troll-doll mould, 𝑆𝑦𝑧𝑦𝑔𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑝𝑢𝑠. Its work is rapid, its form short-lived.