Something's coming. You can see it in the Raven's eyes and in the tilt of her head. She beckons to you to follow her to the icy lake. The pine needles receive every footstep with a quietness you've never heard before. The birch trees stir with excitement as you follow the Raven to the shore. The chill of the water reaches your nostrils as you inhale the gift of the Raven's message. Gratitude fills you. You know now, it belongs here.
This photo is of the hollowed out bark of a birch tree surrounded by pine needles an fallen leaves in autumn.
Digital photography on Fine Art Paper