On our flight to England, I'd read Mark Doty's Still Life with Oysters and Lemon: On Objects and Intimacy. It is a book about still life pictures, but also about love, loss and our hunger for intimacy. The book moved me, and in the course of a ten hour journey, altered my understanding of why I travel, of why I need to travel.
Blackwood joins in here with the rich history of landscape painting. Landscape is not an easy genre: nature is unruly, and does not wish to order itself into compositions pleasing to our sense of proportion. It is thematically difficult as well. Why do we look at landscapes? Because they are beautiful?