Make the time to stand and stare
Why is it that, for some of us at least, when confronted with an arresting scene/plant/bird/insect our first thought is to reach out for the camera. Is it part of an ancestral need to own or shackle nature? To lock it down so that it cannot escape and becomes our possession? The written word is another tool that can be used to obtain the same result - do we feel the need to annotate, describe and commit the subject to a notebook or blog post and thus understand it or, just simply, tame it? Is it just another form of consumerism, an object to be identified, collated and placed in a safe place for future viewing?
There are times when I do wonder whether or not life would be simpler, purer and more authentic if the binoculars, cameras, telescopes, notebooks and field guides were left at home and the time that we spend with nature was made on aesthetic grounds only. To take in the sights and smells, feel the weather and hear the sounds without recourse to identify, identify, identify and process it into a neat little package.
I'm not about to try it though...
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Neither before, nor after. No thoughts, words or labels. Just blank oblivion.
I've done that ever since I could remember.
It's a problem when with others if they are constantly on the go, making plans, formulating narratives, scheming and the like. I'm there just soaking it up saying nothing because I'm thinking of...nothing.
I might be humming a tune quietly to myself without realising it. Others have noticed that. A source of a good leg pulling from someone around here about forty odd years back while waiting at Rickmansworth station.
'Snap out of it' applies. Can be quite a jolt as my senses get swamped by 'noise'.