Smoke from forest fires has descended like fog, a brownish, yellowish smog. Over the lake the horizon is obscured. We’re losing our bearings and can’t find reference points. We have to move forward carefully. What does the future hold in store?
The image consists of a grid of fragmented views of the sky and the water, little glances that comprise our experience of landscape. The world does not stand still for us to contemplate it. The detailed world we see is mostly an imagined model in the brain. We only have around 2° of detailed vision which is the are of your thumbnail at arms length. The feeling that we can take in a view in all at once is really an hallucination.
