This photo takes me into the photographer's world. The photographer is, perhaps, in a trance. This scene is magical and mesmerizing. I want to jump into the piece and explore the photographer's world. I want to wander into the mist in the background. What is out there? As a photographer, I am inspired to explore the world... Ashland, and the surrounding area... and create a very similar photograph.
It makes me wonder where the photographer is and who inhabits the area... how were the tire/wheel marks made? When? Why? But most importantly, where do they lead?
The tree to the left is very strong, dark, and perhaps even, somewhat menacing. The trail seems innocent enough, but it leads into a cloud of mysterious mist. What is in there? Is the mist appearing or clearing? Back to the strong, menacing tree... start at the bottom left hand corner and your eyes follows the tree up then across the top, following the branches, over to the right side of the photo where the brush huddles together to protect the wildlife or, use your imagination and perhaps there is a hidden, very old, wise civilization, which takes your eyes to the trail where you follow it into the mist.
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