This photograph may seem to be an odd departure from the style of most of my images, but it really isn't.  It's just design of a more abstract nature.  The fallen trees at Big Talbot Island SP are the victims of erosion, but they have legions of their fellows still standing.  And, in late afternoon, the cast shadows of both fallen and standing trees are everywhere on the sand at low tide.  The gnarly mess on the ground is a kind of clay that is pocked with little depressions of unknown origin to me. 
The footprints, however, are mine.