I don’t consider myself a landscape photographer. There are so many making beautiful landscape photos. I’m not one of them. But I walk through the woods when I have the chance and am always enthralled by nature. So this day, walking through the winter woods, I imagined the images in black and white. Dark. And the earth and tree trunk rooted there spoke to me. There is chaos and order all at once. A tangle of sleeping earth and trees waiting for Spring to wake and bloom again.
This was taken in the woods near Beaucroissant in the Isere region of France.