I fell in love with a tree today and photographed it furiously. After I was done, I walked about 75 yards to return to my car, and it called me back. She (the tree) was a tangled mess...her small branches had grown so out of control and it appeared that she had given up the fight to regain control. Birds were happily flitting on and off of her, oblivious of her undoing. I photographed her tangled mess but she called me back because she desired for the world not to see her this way. She wanted to explain to me how she had gotten this way over the years. There was no explanation necessary because I could see myself in her....so I apologized and took her good side.
What I love about this photograph: It whispers in my ear and has inspired the "Whisper Series".
Technical Stuff: Nikon D40; 46.0mm; 1/400s; f/10.0; ISO 200