Dying Pine.

Near Budapest, Hungary 2011.

Green Silence. 

Soroksar, Hungary 2011.

Red Bushes.

Near Nadap, Hungary 2012.

Yellow Forest 1.

Erd, Hungary 2012.

Winter in Matra.

Kekesteto, Hungary 2012.

Leaning Trees.

Near Babolna, Hungary 2013.

Pines in Pilis.

Near Budapest, Hungary 2011.

Wind 1.

Szigliget, Lake Balaton, Hungary 2013.

Frozen Flowers.

Csevharaszt, Hungary 2012.

Yellow Forest 2.

Near Gheorgheni, Romania 2014.

Crooked Forest.

Gryfino, Poland 2012.

Green Spot.

Near Bucin, Romania 2013.


Borzsony, Hungary 2015.

Pines and Ferns.

Near Gheorgheni, Romania 2014.

Fall in Pilis.

Near Budapest, Hungary 2012.


Near Budapest, Hungary 2017.


Near Budapest, Hungary 2011.

Birch Trees in Fall.

Near Budapest, Hungary 2011.

Rusty Forest.

Felsopetend, Hungary 2012.

Green Bushes. 

Balatonkeresztur, Hungary 2012.

After Flooding.

God, Hungary 2014.

Black Barks.

Pilis, Hungary 2011.

Wind 2.

Near Budapest, Hungary 2014.

Birches in Sunset.

Near Bugac, Hungary 2013.


Bakony, Hungary 2013.

Spotted Barks.

Near Parajd, Romania 2014.

Birch Trees in Winter.

Csevharaszt, Hungary 2012.




Green Silence  2011 - 2018    ( A selection of photographs from the work )



The woods do not care for the loud, suffocating city life, where we people are trying to live or rather trying to survive. The trees are following their own patterns that have been gently hard-coded inside them by some superior energy. The trees exist in an almost imperceptible perpetual motion as they change and breathe. While in the world created by humans a futureless race, alienation and a kind of fossilized economic and moral crisis, which here among the woods appear rather distant, continue to exist. This faraway, ancient silence embodies everything, embracing those who enter. The silence is what I am searching for in places like this. Searching for the boundless in the silence. Searching for the beginning in the infinite. My beginning.

When I step into the land of trees I can fully give myself over to this peaceful search, and for a time I can abandon the artificially created world. At times like this, suddenly a new space enfolds me. The desired infinite space. This is the time when I can truly begin to breathe and I feel as if I am breathing together with nature. It is a specific silence embodying a great power and in this silence you are able to feel something of the greatness and peacefulness signified by the dimensions of the ever-expanding life. In the woods – devoid of people – everything is perfect. In the woods, nothing can be false or wrong. The dried branches, fallen leaves, the thunderstruck tree trunks are what they are supposed to be. This is the foundation, the base, the substructure, the one hundred percent that sets the standard. There is nothing that is unnecessary, nothing is missing; everything is in place the way everything is supposed to be. There is order and silence here. Silence, which is the friendliest and the most tender substance. You cannot press through noisily, because silence allows only silent people to walk through it. This is how its nature works. Silence is a malleable currency. At times you can utilize it, at other times lose something by it. At times it is rated high, at other times low. Sometimes it is worth a lot, sometimes not much. Nowadays it is worth a lot.

I am experimenting and watching nature which surrounds me. I closely pay attention to the passing time, the connection between nature and me, and this silent monitoring of nature somehow therapeutically dissolves into photography. I am attempting to find those “perfect” details of nature that are deeply hidden from our all-devouring civilization. I had no intention to create conventional masterpieces taken from nature. I didn’t want to take advantage of the cheap and easy opportunities offered by nature. All I wished for was to give myself over to solitude, to the strange metamorphosis of time as it was slackening it is pace, to the tiny shifting of nature, where nothing happens apart from the demonstration of the infinite.