Trees from Wood

I'm still going with my 'crossing/connecting/befriending' theme.

I've become obsessed with faint obscure faces. Love these ones by Tim Hawkesworth.

I came across a poem by Rabindranath Tagore, and loved his reference to a forest and someone coming towards him.

'By what dim shore of the ink-black river,

By what far edge of the frowning forest,
Through what mazy depth of gloom are you treading your course to come to me, my friend?'