I love taking great, dramatic, sweeping photos but sometimes you can tell more from just one little detail than from a great panorama. When I was photographing the Witness Trees in Seattle, although the photos of the full artworks were great for telling the story, the shots focusing on the details were infinitely more appealing to me, perhaps because they showed the intricacy that is easy to miss from a distance. Here are some details from the Clam Tree and the Fossil Tree.
This delicate swathe of slightly scorched-looking flowers growing against a wooden fence will always remind me of late summer in drought-ravaged Wisconsin.
This next photo encapsulates for me the sense of wonder I felt when I first set eyes on Lava Canyon on the south side of Mount St Helens. The remnants of a scorched tree bear witness to the 1980 volcanic eruption that obliterated everything in its wake, but it has been overtaken by this incredible surge of regeneration. Fresh, lime green conifers no taller than waist height dotted around a carpet of purple flowers, bright green mosses and silvery grey foliage. To give a sense of scale, a tiny ground squirrel obligingly stopped right in the centre of my frame for a photo opp. One tiny moment filled with so many details.
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I cannot walk through the suburbs in the solitude of the night without thinking that the night pleases us because it suppresses idle details, just as our memory does. – Jorge Luis Borges
Every man’s life ends the same way. It’s only the details of how he lived and how he died that distinguish one man from another. – Ernest Hemingway