I have no idea what it is like to see a tree without all of my understanding of what a tree is. In our culture we think of a blankness, absence, a blank canvas, the untarnished sheet of paper, the whiteness of space awaiting the mark. Whereas anthropology tells us that more remote totally at one with nature cultrures like the tribes of remote Brazil or Africa see black as awaiting the mark. What is it like to see a tree without knowing it’s a plant, future lumber, a home for so many creatures, shade, colors with names, and attributes, alive, was once a seed, growing, ever changing with the seasons. I can only see it through what I am, what I know. I can’t possibly see it as an owl would, or a fish, or someone from the remotest regions on the planets, or an Inuit, or a caterpillar. I am a filter of my mind and all that has had happened to it, what I’ve learned, what I know and don’t know.
Good layman's explanation. But, some won't give a hoot about what you wrote.