A beautiful, quiet – perhaps sullen - series of photographs depicting a landscape wrecked by storms. However, Lagerquist chooses the subtle, almost invisble traces of damage to suggest our own inescapable frailty.
In the book we encounter a forest where shrubs, log piles and damages made by storms are left unattained. The images investigate the structures, patterns and compositions that are created by decaying branches and tree trunks. And thus they remind us of our own condition: our own physicality and temporality. Collected in a book format, the images generate an intimate space that can be opened up by the reader or carried along by the hand.
The book was made possible by clearcutting parcels 157 & 160 if the forest Mari Lagerquist inherited from her parents.
The book's only text is a dedication to Lagerquist's deseased father.