As we approach the longest night here in the northern hemisphere, I find myself longing to draw tight the veils of meaning around every image. No longer do I want to be open and transparent. No, I desire mystery, just as the earth covers itself in the mystery of darkness. I want to leave everything open to interpretation, with each interpretation reflecting the uniqueness of each viewer. I want my images to ask questions not give answers.

This image is an example. I took a straightforward shot and then cropped it into what I hope are unreadable shapes and forms. The only Photoshopping I did was to heighten the color saturation and contrast. And I had set the white balance at tungsten instead the natural light it would normally have required. That's where the blue tone came from.

But isn't that the way with true mysteries? They usually start as recognizable realities that morph into something else. And then we forget that we ever knew their beginnings.