The Observation At first glance, the forest feels chaotic. Leaves overlap. Light disappears into shadow. Every frond seems to reach in a different direction. Stay with it a little longer. You begin to notice rhythm. The same shapes repeat. The same lines return. Nothing competes. Everything has its place. Sometimes what we call chaos is simply a pattern we haven't recognized yet. Field Note Creative work often feels the same. Thousands of photographs. Dozens of projects. Folders inside folder...