I’m generally incapable of taking photos of nature. Nor am I particularly interested in nature photography, to be honest. I point. I click. I shrug at what comes out. Then I delete. Happens all the time. In fact, when I’m out in the woods or up in the mountains or something and like some scene I usually conclude the picture simply can’t be taken. At least by me, anyway. Most times I’ll take the image only as a record of having been there. And maybe I’ll get lucky, who knows. I prefer images of people and broken down cies and such. But I do like bamboo for some strange reason. Perhaps it’s the sound, I don’t know. Hollow. Strong. Flexible. Spine-like. The stuff is all over the place here, too.