Destruction

I followed a path today along the course of a disused mine leat. Initially the path was well defined, but as it reached deeper into the wood it became more difficult to follow. Trees seemed to have fallen everywhere in the recent storms which created many obstacles. The roots of the upturned tree shown here were the result of a much earlier storm. I thought this one was quite eerie and I could see in it the face of an old miner looking out, with dark sunken eyes and a clay pipe in his mouth. The whole scene also made me think of a war zone and the awful suffering people are forced to endure when the place they live is ravaged by war.