The quiet seriousness of what seems like a significant moment is beautifully depicted. I like the way the light comes through the trees, enhancing the timeless, mythological feeling.
The ravens remind me of a Finnish poem about two old crows sitting together on a fence, not saying much, but enjoying each other’s company, nevertheless.
That the ravens are known as Thought and Memory fits with the acceptance and mutual respect shown in the look between the men. These two know each other well enough. Words have become unnecessary.