Sylvan

In the morning the rising sun pierces this patch of woods out among the vineyards at a very pleasing angle. The owner of these woods lives somewhere nearby, but I'm not sure where. He keeps a log pile here, as well as very neatly arranged piles of odd things: roof tiles, old signs, gravel.

A neatly maintained patch of woods. The owner may live in one of the houses down in the ravine below.

There is also a locked shed that sits on a bit of hollowed out ground so that on one side a person could crouch beneath it. The man we see here from time to time keeps the undergrowth cut and trims the hazelnut hedge that separates the wood from the vines. Everywhere there is evidence of his work where he's cleared undergrowth and thinned the trees. To what end? Who knows?