“I passed through trees. Inside their wooden samurai armour they are geisha beauties, each one a ‘person-of-the-art,’ limbs dancing, arranging flowers, carrying the wind’s music, the calligraphy of their roots pure poetry, rhyming earth and berth.” A.A. Attanasio, “Fractal Blood Soul,” 2007
Whenever I am in a forest or near a group of trees, I make standard pictorial images but then also intentionally move the camera to see what creation occurs. Each one is so different. In this image, the lines and movement do make me feel like dancing.