I was lost, taking pictures of nature around me
and then suddenly everything became clear,
it was obvious, what bound me with this remote land.
That feeling of freedom and isolation, I was looking for it in every single shot.
I was young and free, my grandmas looked after me.
You could still drink the clear clear water of the creek and look at fireflies during the night,
Bats were fluttering around, crickets sang.
Right now I’m wondering what I'll leave, what I'll leave to children?
Hypermnesia is the name of my series, it is a kind of memory book I want to leave for future generations as though hadn't lived that feeling of freedom and isolation surrounded by nature.
This is a poem I wrote:

My heart leaps up when I behold
A tree, a snake, a rock,
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
I remember, I remember,
The fir trees dark and high;
I remember, I remember,
The house was cold and shine.
Time let me play and daydream,
the happy yard, singing as the farm was home.
I remember, I remember,
when I was lying down and all became a burning mist.
I remember, I remember,
The kiss in the grass.
Nothing, like something, happens anywhere.
Remember you are this universe and this
universe is you.