The fact that these conifers can lay down any roots, let alone a plethora of such, is an amazing feat. The terrain here is about 80 percent rock and 20 percent organic. Even putting in a tent stake four inches can quickly become an exercise in futility, and of course, ruined tent stakes.
Finding abstract patterns and shapes in the natural world over the years has become an unconscious proclivity. While driving, walking, or even watching something on television, that part of my right brain is always analyzing subtle details for potential exposures. I have read similar descriptions by photographers from Weston to contemporary fine artists. Of course, it is a learned set of behaviors which develop over time. The brain scans a myriad of visual stimuli in search of images, all of which eventually lead to the ultimate reinforcement of a properly exposed negative or print. Each visual stimulus in the chase becomes a discriminative cue, serving to both guide and reinforce successive approximations to the final product. Once the skill set becomes established, one need not pay attention for the process to proceed, as the subject itself will command your selective focus (no pun intended). Interesting stuff.
Heard from my son, Eric, this evening, who just returned from a business trip to Frankfurt, Germany. As chief scientist for his pharmaceutical firm, he was sent to evaluate the packaging operations this company performs for them. So far he has managed Ireland and Germany (with a side trip to Switzerland) in the past six months. Good measure that I don’t get to go to Europe many times per year for my job, as I would be fired during the first trip for disappearing with Rolleiflex, Pinhole, and Holga companions until the flight home……
“Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.”
― Robert Frost