Lake George, Adirondacks, NY.
There's often not much room to see anything on the lake's shores, other than the opposite side, because of the way the forest crowds the shoreline. But a little scene unfolded while I explored, shooting up the water and including this near shore. The atmosphere lent a hand, removing the distance and distraction. With a little drama, the image became more intimate, animating the snag that appears to be reaching for meaning in that sky, while the nearer trees seem to reach for the wayward son. Behind the backdrop, even the reach of the lake is indeterminate. In this dimension, it is hard to tell the feel--anger in an approaching storm, the sadness of a dreary day, or maybe the hope of a sunrise? I let you reach your own conclusions. Things are not always as they seem.