Crowd?

of rocks? Grasses? Trees, can't see the forest for the trees . . .

       "A crowd is not company, and faces are but a gallery of pictures, and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love."
              Francis Bacon Essays (1625) on friendship.

       Two's company, three's a crowd.

       Far from the madding crowd at Bunch reservoir Greer, AZ on a cold and frosty morning.