Nature is such an important part of our lives, and we hardly even try and spend some time in/around it. Ive noticed that whenever I have been outdoors and spend some time alone in the garden with birds and plants and taking pictures, I always have felt better, happier and refreshed. Somehow, green trees, blue sky, and black birds dont look odd... Neither do chirping birds, an invisible force (wind) and a green pointy carpet. How is it that all our aesthetics are, in one way or the other, inspired by nature? How is it that man himself cant break this? Sure, we're creative, but isn't God always much more? The fairness of this factual situation will be decided upon pondering and perception. 'Till then.. Kinza.
