Down the path to the farmer's forest along the lane towards the seven marshes across the big stream, and to the left around the first marsh; then to the right. The first part is not that exiting. Then, there is the bend, and already here, something exiting happens. The next fourty meters are of the most fantastic places along the entire stream.
The photographs are taken at the stream of Osted a small willage in Denmark in 1994, were I lived my first 20 years. The village of Osted (Ousted) ows its name to the fact that seven streams (å) cross the place.