Sometimes, taking a step back can lead to interesting insights. When I took my walk up Great Blue HIll, as I described in the prior entry, I had the accidental good fortune to come upon a glorious stump. The truth is I was lost. Or rather, as I prefer to think, I had been led to a particular route in order to find this decaying tree stump.
My first inclination - and in this case the wisest - was to step in close and shoot for the texture and wild array of colors this object manifest. Yet because it was amazing beyond what I was able to hold on to, I decided to take what feels more like a snapshot of the entire exposed root system. So here's the family portrait. It is interesting from the perspective of seeing where some of the other shots came from. But beyond that, it's the sort of shot you take to remind you of your visit, rather than one that really captured you. Or in this case, me.