They cut down the grove of poplar trees at work. My eyes and nose greatly appreciate the gesture as those trees could set off my seasonal allergies in an instant after drawing near to them. But they were also the source of several favorite iamges recorded by my camera and one of those spots where I felt like I had yet to capture what I was really seeing. There was great potential present in those trees, still waiting to be revealed.
Everyone who tinkers with a canera (or a paint brush) likely has a few favorite spots that they've felt drawn to and that they are constantly keeping an eye of anticipation on in case the image that's being visualized, suddenly presents itself. You just pray that you are present and not looking in the opposite direction when it happens. There's one less spot now. Maybe there's something in the pile of logs?
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