Today’s image comes from a recent drive to northern Montana, near the small town of Fairfield. Only miles from the day’s final destination, I drove past the scene and almost didn’t stop…but ultimately turned around to capture what I had visualized in my mind. What might not be apparent from the photo is that the bales of hay are sitting on top of a small frozen lake. Their insulative properties have resulted in small pedestals of snow and ice for them to rest upon, several inches above the surrounding surface as it melts away. I’m not sure what purpose they serve out on the ice like this, but it was quite fun to compose. The title comes from my impression of the trees as people, waiting at the shore’s edge to snatch up the elusive, remaining few. Sadly, power lines run through the image near the horizon, and though I can’t say they’re discernible in this low resolution file, I would never produce or sell a print of the scene…pleasant as it is.
*Note - I’ve been rightly corrected; the bales are of straw, not hay. Thanks pa!