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Earlier this month the woods still wore shades of winter. Brown dominated the view, and in all the dryness there were few visible signs of plant life. The sun shone generously, and light reached parts inaccessible in other seasons. Parrots screeched above. Every so often, the deep rattle of a woodpecker echoed through the woods. Below, at the foot of some trees, moss clung to all sides and rose up along the north.
Parmanu 
“why do we spend so much time and energy in the discourse of art – representations of nature through paintings, sculpture, photography – and so little on the beauty of nature itself?” Exactly!
I don’t know. I’ve been asking some of these questions for a long time, but don’t feel any closer to resolving them. I haven’t even resolved the question of whether to lose the moment in favor of preserving it in photo or video, or leave the cameras at home sometimes and risk missing an opportunity to share something great with blog readers — and thereby, maybe, increase appreciation for the natural world just a little. One of my recent videopoems, “The Aftermath,” kind of dealt with that question.
Nature couldn’t have found a better evangelist than you, Dave. What gives your work more power is that you do it out of love, and not some sort of duty or mission. So in your case it is perhaps better that this photography/video question remains unresolved!
Yes! Yes! Yes!….Thanks Parmanu for putting it across so well…the same thing which i have been trying to tell others so unsuccessfully. I think people have moved so far away from nature now that its difficult to get them back. Here i have stopped telling people my experiences with nature coz i fear that if more people go….they will end up destroying whatever little is left of it.
>> fear that if more people go….they will end up destroying whatever little is left of it.
That is the worst-case scenario. Perhaps there is a more hopeful alternative?