We don’t look at the natural world anymore, not much. Most often we see it
at some remove. A vista point, a park, a trail. An arrangement. A diorama.
Even nature photography has tropes and conventions that hold us at a distance.
What’s more banal than a close-up of a flower?
If there even is such a thing as wilderness now, maybe it’s in levels that escape
our notice. Undersea, at night. The inside of a leaf.
A review once described my work as “fleshy and tender.” That’s more or less
what I’m after.