Maybe I can be one of those photographers who shoot single-track trails disappearing into the misty forest. I could also take photos of nylon tents in the woods with my feet sticking out. And pressed leaves. And steaming cups of coffee. Lots of coffee. Then maybe some outdoors company would see my photos and pay me a ton of money and give me free camping gear. And then I could go camping and not have to worry about taking a bunch of silly photographs.