Do you ever get the feeling that everything is alive, even the rocks?
We humans live for the most part in entirely built environments, where every object and every surface is designed and manufactured by a human with a human purpose in mind. That's not necessarily a bad thing. I quite like a lot of things humans create. By comparison a snail or clam in their shells could be said to live in a snail-built or clam-built world, and I don't see them complaining.
Out in nature however we are surrounded by something that came about without human input or intent. Each rock, plant, and patch of moss exists in its own right and for itself.
Humans have been aptly described as 'experts at domesticating things', including ourselves.
The more I think about why I create pictures of nature, I think this is a big part of it. To convey that inexplicable power that nature has to connect us back to something primal within. To escape our domestication for just a little while, and have communion with something much more profound.