I’m way more used to photographing people than landscapes but when in Rome (or Iceland as it was this year), it’d be remiss of me not to try and take some shots when faced with some of the most incredible vistas I’ve ever seen.
My problem with landscape photography, or at least my own interpretation, is that it can never quite capture the magic of nature. There’s never enough of a frame to fill everything your eye can see, or the sensor can never quite capture the subtleties in the colour spectrum. I never get the same sense of overwhelm from a picture as I do when standing in front of a glacier or staring up at the Californian Redwoods or wherever it might be. The only consolation I guess is that images serve to be nice reminders when the memory fails and considering I have a terrible memory I should probably take more photos.