What memories do we hold of our forests and how do these landscapes shape us?
'By the time workers have picked a field, tens of thousand of words have flown from mouth to ear. part of the landscapes mind - its memories, connections, rhythms - is thereby held in human consciousness. Work among the olive trees does more than yeild oil - it creates and deepens the stories from which are made human and ecological communities. ' - Song of the trees
As the government continues to sell and claim land for large scale development projects over our last standing wildscapes - what will be left of our identities once these are lost irreversibly?