On a recent trip to the Laurentians, I was walking in the forest behind the pace we were staying. I came across this I posing sentinel standing in a small clearing. Clearly dead, desiccated, rotting, and pecked, and yet… somehow standing strong and imposing. The hole in the upper side sometimes looked like an eye, other times like a face. It followed me as I circled the tree to find my best shot. It is hardly visible from the other side and looks only like rot in a tree. It felt like it was standing watch over the forest and judging my intentions as friend or foe.
When I started editing the shots I took, I realized the story I had in my head while shooting it was in black and white, so I removed the colours. I think one can still feel the coolness of the natural greens and the warmth of the sun through the canopy. What was lost by the noise of these colours was the intimidating nature of this sentinel-tree.
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