When I was in Japan I spent a little (far too little) time in Kyoto.
While I was there I walked up a road in the middle of a bamboo forest. I walked and walked up the hill away from my friends and listened to the sounds of the bamboo forest. There was a bit of a breeze and the bamboo swayed in it. The tops of the bamboo hit one another and the sounds they made were an unsyncopated rhythm of hollow clacks. Quite eerie and beautiful.
When I came home I immediately made a series of prints of bamboo forests.