Spiderweb Pagan Temple
In the Lithuanian forest, dawn lasts a long time. The blanket of fog rises, dissolves in the atmosphere, is shredded among the trees, hanging on the tree trunks and pine needles like rags of clouds hung out to dry. Then appear, in the dawning light, the industrious endeavours of the spiders. The shiny dew crystallises the dislocation of the night on these webs.