As i put myself in this picture i can't feel the breeze (no pun intented). I feel the dry wind push against my skin and the branches beside me. Although i am at the highest peak of my town i see people staring at me. As they walk past i can hear the cackle of some and the surprised look of others. By the smell of the almost dead tree beside me, i can almost taste the decaying remains of it.
The photographer took this photo to give the viewer the dark, dry feeling of it. Although this is a dark room, as i focus i can see the brightness of this beautiful white plant. I taste the dry air, and i smell the plant. I can imagine death and the white plant being the "bright light". I feel nothing but the fear of the darkness.
