I went for the pars pro toto: A speck of light on a leaf, some bark, upturned roots, the soil where the roots dug in, the rustling of wind, the looking up into the sky tinted green, thirty images of an owl almost hidden on a branch. Green, green, green with rarely any discernible features.

What I wanted to photograph was the totality of being there. This whole, gigantic, centuries-slow moving organism. Now I can’t even be bothered to look at the images. There are literally thousands of them. I counted them. The forest is an opaque being, he does not easily divulge its secrets to us.

Redwood National Park, July 2016