Sarah took a photograph of some trees moving in the wind. It was on the wall in front of my bed, I could make out the shape of a bearded face among the branches and undergrowth.

I've always seen these faces in the trees ever since I was a child (pariedolia). I suppose it's a fundamental necessity for creatures to recognise their own species but I've always felt that the humans are the scary ones and the animals are reassuring.

 

I made this image of the face as a wood spirit in the style of an old fashioned childrens book illustration and of course added a wandering wolf. 

(for reassurance?)