One of my favorite photos from my visit to Promised Land State Park, I captured this outside of the wildlife blind at the beginning of my hike. I had just come through a dense patch of snow drifts, and was surprised to find the forest floor now laid bare in front of me, save for this path – the frozen footsteps of some previous visitor, surviving the wind’s assault.
It’s one of those moments that no Hollywood director could have assembled, the piney batch bisected by this passing memory of another another hiker on a day when I saw no one else.
I’m not sure how long these tracks had been there, or even for certain how they were able to remain in the face of such an erosive force. But there they were. Like the other photos from this outing, I knew as I was shooting that they’d have to be rendered in black & white; it seemed the only way to do them justice.