"I wandered lonely as a cloud" -Wordsworthby
posthumousComment by wavelength: Okay, here goes.
I chose this one, because it speaks to me. The clouded, misty ground obscures the way ahead, which only leads to a darkening landscape devoid of comfort. The barely discernable structure brings no comfort, as it looks to hold within things more menacing than those without. One is drawn to risk the chance for shelter from the night, but fears what might be within. Night is coming, the storm is rolling in. You are alone and soon it will be dark. The story inherent in this picture really does tell a thousand words.
On a technical note, the processing is great, the placement of things take you from person, to fence and barn, to the sky, down the branches, and back to the person. My eyes and mind keep wandering over the picture, and are constntly entertained and absorbed into it.
The effect is that I am engaged, and I must find emotions and thoughts to describe what is here in front of me. Memories come back, things I had forgotten return, things I've feard, things I've wanted, but am too afraid of wandering into the world to go find them. To grab ahold of them and make them mine. I fear what is in the darkness, as much as I know my soul yearns to step into the unknown and find what I am lacking. But there is only one way to move forward.
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