This is like Schrodingers cat. The trees bend and sway to impossible feats, but the moment I notice them, they stop. What an amazing world we live in that is able to produce such absurd and seemingly unrealistic mechanics. Oh what a day in the life of a quantum physicist must feel like. Does he experience life the same as I, the "artist," based solely on creative expression and abstraction, or does he live in a purely mathematical realm where theorems and equations are the only facet of creation and intelligence?