In my experience, forests might be scary or safe. Uplifting or tiring (e.g., when there’s a lot of light falling mosaically which makes it harder to distinguish shape and colour, or simply if the terrain is difficult). Trashed or robust, etc. And a scary, trashed, tiring forest might take your breath away all for an accident of the sun.
What I mean, when you have seen enough of something, your aesthetics go places you never meant them to. You begin to avoid calling it “beautiful” or “ugly”, you just want more of it because you know it.
In my experience, forests might be scary or safe. Uplifting or tiring (e.g., when there’s a lot of light falling mosaically which makes it harder to distinguish shape and colour, or simply if the terrain is difficult). Trashed or robust, etc. And a scary, trashed, tiring forest might take your breath away all for an accident of the sun.
What I mean, when you have seen enough of something, your aesthetics go places you never meant them to. You begin to avoid calling it “beautiful” or “ugly”, you just want more of it because you know it.