Flying back to Talkeetna from Mt. McKinley in Denali National Park, there were so many beautiful and striking images:  mountains (of course), clouds, the play of light, and this forked stream.  What I captured was exactly what I love about Black&White photography.  The trees themselves point up, their shadows reach back, the snow cuts a white swath on the scene...and that stream; like a jagged thunder bolt, the stream cuts as if pointing back with dark, jagged fingers where we had just been.

At this particular moment in the 4-seater DeHaviland, I looked out the window and saw a much wider vista.  But this stream caught my attention and, with Nikon in hand, I began snapping pics of the entire scene.  What I ended up with was exactly what I witnessed...no overprotection, other than B&W.  The scene is a metaphor for whatever stories the witness brings into the frame.  For me, it's the dynamic of light and shadow, active movement and static power.  What do you think?