The celebration of our wild pagan selves is never far away, even in the midst of the most polite society.
Here in the centre of medieval Salzburg stands an altar to the feral and untameable.
We cannot forget our essential wildness, even though it is buried under burdensome layers of civilisation.
Our great art touches upon this wildness, it reaches out to it and encapsulates it in stone and paint.
The sheer livingness of this fountain recalls the howl of the wolf and the closing of the night in pre Christian times.
It is primal and a different quality of rewilding.
Photo courtesy of the author.