I found a stick outside while walking in my neighborhood. I became fascinated and looked at it all the way home. Then I had a strange feeling that if I didn't draw the stick, the stick might feel sad, so I drew it. Now it is in my compost.
Thinking about this stick in comparison to my camping trips is interesting. Many people who advocate nature champion extreme forms of nature appreciation, like backpacking in the wilderness or becoming a biologist. Sometimes it feels like nature is not for the every man, but for the expert.
But really the stick is just as important and interesting a part of nature as the mountains and ocean, and it takes a more subtle sense of beauty to appreciate. We often turn our backs on everyday nature as we bustle about our urban playgrounds. Only really noticing the natural while on vacation. That is sad.