Om Malik in a beautiful post about imagined landscapes:
About two years ago, I was in Yellowstone. We were waiting by the side of the road waiting for two male bison to cross the snow-crusted road. The early morning sun was streaming through the thick forest of majestic trees on either side of the road.
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But my mind had me holding a simple thick piece of charcoal in my hand, slowly drawing on a coarse sheet of paper. The trees became just lines – thick scratches. The road was a mere part of the background.
Reading this made me realise this: While I enjoy all kinds of photography, what makes my soul sing is landscape. The fact that I haven’t been able to do much of it in the past five months is really beginning to hit.