And so, quixotically, I continued my quest to become the greatest photographer of all time, today. The strangest part of my training is that it mainly involves climbing and pruning trees. What does tree-work have to do with photography, and how will working with trees, forty hours a week, help me to become the best photographer? These very questions keep me up at night, too. Climbing trees, making cuts, chipping brush, cleaning up: these are the motions (wax-on, wax-off) that help me to work toward achieving soulfulness with the box and the lens.