The old abandoned saw mill
Years ago when I was out picking mushrooms, I stumbled upon an abandoned saw mill in the woods. I remember that I didn't find that much mushrooms, but instead the saw mill became a dear place I often visit. Each time I'm there, something has changed. The elements are breaking it down, while the woods are coming closer and are almost embracing the building now. I love to be here and draw accompanied with the resounding silence of the nature.