Low cloud hung over the hills where we were walking, perhaps not the best time to climb a hill to look at the view, but the climb took us through a forest that we had not visited before, and it was breathtakingly beautiful! The air was still, and the mist softened the view. I had to capture these majestic trees, such an inspiration to any artist. But where does inspiration end and the overwhelming feeling of inadequacy begin? How do you even begin to interpret something that already exists in nature and cannot be bettered by art?