Rather an ethereal heading to this entry, but perhaps that’s because I’m drawing from Nabokov and Sigur Rós.
I was drawn to framing this particular set of branches due to their high position against the clouds. I love the way they wind and reach out over what is a fairly steep drop.
The Nabokov lines I was thinking of are from ‘Pale Fire’, Canto Three:
What if you are tossed/
Into a boundless void, your bearings lost/
Your spirit stripped and utterly alone/
Your task unfinished, your despair unknown
Once I saw the final image, it reminded me so much of this incredible Sigur Rós video:
Image Soundtrack: ‘Glósóli’ by Sigur Rós