This stump immediately reminded me of a glass bust that Andre Kertesz used for a series of polaroid photographs that he made not long after his wife died.
Google it and you will enjoy the pictures.
So here I was, in a sunny paddock on a hilltop, trying to make an image of an object that I had seen in a series of tabletop photographs made in a New York apartment.
Quite simply it isn’t possible to tie that range of thoughts together in a recognisable way so I just went grungy and out of this world. It seemed to work.