I grew up fascinated by nature. Living near a large wooded area and a lake, I spent all the time I could exploring and studying the plants and animals around me. I would memorize their tiniest details so I could then attempt to identify them with the help of a set of encyclopedias in my childhood home. At some point I convinced my mother to let me use her camera, a simple 110 film camera that started my love affair with photography, but also failed to get me the detailed images of flowers and leaves and mushrooms and animals that I wanted so much to capture. The camera had a fairly wide angle lens so I could capture expansive swaths of the landscape but I wanted the details. My thoughts were about the individual species, the individual flower petals, the color of the scales, the shape of the beak. Nature was a series of unrelated and distinct items to me. This allowed me to think of this single patch of woods as “nature”, as “wild”, while ignoring how truly artificial and manmade it was. It contained bits and pieces of nature, but very little of it was natural. I was the perfect example of not being able to see the forest for the trees.