Footprints of an animals journey, taken on a frozen river, This came from behind me where I stood, and went on in front of from me for as far as I could see it. I took this last week because I knew it wouldn't last long. Question, where did it come from, where is it going. Kinda like life. Although we most likely know where we came from, but do we know where we are going?
I love this photo. Everything from the seemingly never-ending single set of footprints through undisturbed snow, to the greyish shading of the snow, reminds me of quiet contemplative isolation. I would love to be somewhere like that, where I could keep walking and see nobody all the way to the horizon, across beautiful untouched snow.
