It did seem carcass-like, corpse-ian even, like elephant legs left from a massacre.
But while I was photographing these carcasses strewn about the forest, I began to notice that growing on them were tiny little micro-cosmic landscapes: mushrooms and cladonia were like "trees" in this world in miniature, and variants of green mosses were like the tundra tussocks or grasslands.
Sometimes old carcass bark even served as a mountain range in my mini landscapes:
I did my best to focus my attention, every moment be engaged, and let my brain act as a sponge absorbing all of the science jargon so far from my vocabulary and vernacular, to feel connected to the forest and its components both momentous and minute, and gather fodder over which to stew, to create this body of work for show a year from now (Aug 2012) regarding wildfire, ecology, the boreal forest and climate change.
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