A small  study of a melaleuca in the Bluff Reserve using the Super Cambo 8x10. It is from the archives and it has been  forgotten and overlooked.    

Ignored really, because I was embarrassed by it.  It wasn't a hero image. It was   plain and ordinary. I recoiled from its implicit dissonance,  its lack of meaningful unity or harmonious whole.  Its appearance is that  nothing is happening in the image and that it  could have been taken at any time.  It looks like  kitsch, low art as opposed to high art.   

 At the time I  thought that photography was about making  innovative, single harmonious images that would stand the test of time. This was especially the case  with large format photography.  It was all about the single closed auratic mage that removed the appearance of the ugly and would wow people  with its  photographic beauty and excellence.  Hence it stood in opposition to the low, the base,  the formless. 

And now? I've just invert the duality of high and low and look at the photo anew.