A glance over the shoulder a whisper in the mist, an echo through the trees. Spirit travelers, shamans and tricksters. As surely as his paddle slices the surface, he knows he is not alone. Poem by Wintercove Paddler in the early morning mist.
This image shows a tree shadow in a forest. I really like the good light affect in this image, i also like the greyscale shades instead of actual colour. I will use or at least try and do a study of this in pencil and develop it with a different technique