Forest for the Trees
Seeing the trees is not as easy as it sounds, at least not through the single monocular vision of the camera.
I love being in the deep broadleaved woods, but I don’t often bring back an image that helps others understand why. I guess you just have to be there–in your skin, with your associations of forests past, smelling humus and fog and the marvelous rot and riot of life. The trill of a wood thrush about here is always a nice addition, the camera misses it entirely.
Here’s a shot I was happy to have, just for me, that comes closer than some to take me back. Standing trail-side along a steep cove margin, the camera looks OUT into the tops of trees, most straight and tall, following the same cues of gravity and sun toward heaven.
Then, in the hazy-bright fog, the canopy grades nicely into shades of gray–not green–so that even the full color image shows green below and monochrome above. I’ll show you that soon.