The shell of man. Through the years a constantly changing landscape.
Veins creeping up like a chain of mountains on the horizon.
Underneath the valleys with new accretions, greening. Sometimes parcelled out land, surrounded by standing water. Continuous walking into the steppe area. Little vegetation and dry. Through the pine forest to the slightly overgrown broad-leaved trees, the groves and finally, the forest.
Laying down there and coming to rest.