One of the things that I love about travelling is discovery. I was in Eastern Europe and in Lithuania. You just can’t help notice all the marvellous wood art. Lithuania was once covered in vast forests. The life living with trees created a bond with the people and the woods. Traditionally it’s said, you cannot cut down a tree unless it is in the dormant period of cold winter. Not even the King was allowed or would dare to chop down a tree in the wrong time of year!  The art of using wood for decorating homes, churches is prevalent here and luckily it’s not a thing of the past. It is a living art.  This horse was perched on a hill. I’m not sure what the steps are leading up to his back, as the wood looks aged with weather. They could just be for maintenance. He’s a lovely large chap.

Then above the reservation area in a restaurant, an old woman sits with her spinning wheel. The waiter said, his grandmother looked just like that.

One of my favourites was the cheeky owl perched in the shadows above the door entrance.

Then in front of a block of post Soviet flats stood this collection of Carved Roosters.  I love how the art was everywhere, above a door, in the forecourt of flats, up on a hill in front of ruined cars, it almost was a magical metamorphosis of the trees, still standing in spirit, yet transformed.