Klosekraft: Couldn't see the forest

I went out to Green-Wood on Saturday. It's interesting to me that every time I go there, themes emerge in what kind of things catch my eye. Sometimes I don't even notice it until I start going through my photos, but this time it was pretty clear: I was a little obsessed with the trees. The shapes and the textures were just stunning. There was a certain vibrant voluptuousness in a lot of them, a sense of arrested movement, like a lava flow or bowl of softly whipped cream or the body of some great beast. Wasn't it in Wicked that the enormous tribal queen turned into an elephant? Some of these trees look exactly like I pictured her body billowing out and the skin changing during that transformation. Then there are the ones with textured bark standing out in sharp relief, like twisted knit stitches in crisp, firm wool. The third picture down looks like a Picasso face.

I find it so inspiring to walk around and look at things (any things, really, anywhere) without an agenda in mind. It's amazing to me how much the eye will pull out of a landscape (or a cityscape, or a book) when you look at it with no preconceived ideas of what you're going to see.