Lost in the empty grey mist, you eventually find a familiar sight. It fills you with comfort, and you want to stay... but is this place a truly a refuge, or is it simply the source of the fog?
I guess this is my take on the concept of ambiguity, the intersection of hope and doubt, which is something that has been on my mind lately. After getting this out, I think I gravitate more toward the "hope" side of the spectrum.
I've had this image in my head ever since I took a photo of the cherry tree in my front yard a few weeks back, which I referenced for this. Needless to say, I took some liberties to make it a bit more interesting than the real version.




















