I am fascinated by order and chaos, spatial rythms, hierarchies and fractals. This scene matches that fascination. It caught my eye mainly because of the dark spots and the light soil. From a distance it seemed that these were the shadows of the trees, only to realise later that they were dispersed piles of timber. I also like this because it has the feeling of being in a hot air balloon, hovering over the landscape, just as Yann Arthus Bertrand, whom I very much admire, has done for his many books. I do not have a balloon but share his fascination with oblique aerial views of the face of our earth.