Timo Lehto

Timo Lehto

Song of Menhir

In bright sunshine or in the darkness, oft encircled by fog and occasionally covered by snow, those upright stones, with some of them fallen, feel like guardians of the ancient spirits. One may easily overlook them, so quietly and stoically they sit inside the forest, surrounded by trees and bushes, dead leaves, and moss. Almost nothing is known of the stones: who, why, when are the questions asked, but no satisfactory answers have been provided.

My walks with the dog regularly lead us to this small area where the stones are, just few minutes from home. I believe the stones, menhirs, invite if not lure both of us to visit and to spend some time with them. They are not many, and they remain silent, yet every now and then I hear them whisper.

One’s close surroundings might often appear to be too ordinary or uninteresting, but with a closer look surprises and precious moments will arise. The “Song of Menhir” is an ongoing project to vision my perceptions while strolling among the trees and stones, and these six impressions are echoes of that song.

The Dignity of Being

The Feeler

Sounds Without Words

Keepers’ Game

The Strike

Fallen Soldier