This picture, as well as the previous one, are from a half hour walk yesterday along the Farmington River in People’s State Forest in Barkhamsted. The half mile of open field and picnic grounds are bordered by a strip of younger white pines known as Matthies Grove. On the other side of the pines, the river flows south. At the northernmost edge of all this, there’s a few old growth white pines that are truly breathtaking.
On Labor Day, the state park was crowded with folks enjoying the final breeze of summer. Toward the end of daylight yesterday, it was just us and a couple of dog-walkers; a cold wind and a forecast calling for the first winter storm.
With these last two pictures, my aim was to spread the deep grays right to the edge of black and let the lighter areas fall where they’re so inclined. For me, that’s the best way to make music in the shadows.
JOHN TODARO 
A very striking title, as is your humble treatment of the image, as fragile as the “egg” in the nest.
Thanks, a better analogy will not be heard today. I appreciate the comment
it reminds me of lines from Eliot’s Wasteland poem “what are the roots that clutch, what branches grow out of this stony rubbish…” – the colour cast is perfect
Thanks Laura, I’m happy that this picture brought those memorable lines to mind
beautiful composition John. i prefer to see these forests empty of the people as possible.
The emptier the better…thanks so much Victor
There was something going on down there.. you gave it a silent mood. Fine shot!
Thanks, Harrie, I appreciate that 👋✍
Very beautiful and excellent photo. The shapes and textures are compelling.
Thanks Lily, it’s nice to hear that. I appreciate your visit today ⭐