Photographs are where you find them. The biggest challenge is finding great light. You can trek through the mountains for days and get nothing but dreary conditions with poor light and nothing worth snapping. Conversely you walk out into town early one morning and capture a "cityscape" with wonderful clear blue light by happenstance that day. The opposite is equally true and you can end with a spectacular mountain landscape or a dull as ditchwater snap of a dirty old street; at any given time it is so often a matter of luck or being in the right place at the right time as some might say.

For instance, snow might fall unlooked for in the most unlikely place and time, then the weather will clear suddenly to reveal blue skies and bright directional sunshine, just as Jack Frost would relish, well this one anyway. Thus a dull old day transforms itself into a photographer's delight by being illuminated in just the right way. Luck or what? I revel in luck and what might come my way as I wander around with my camera.

The thing I love the most about photography is the experience of actually taking photographs which is why you will  find me at my happiest, being super focused on the process, lost in the moment where time stands still and the rest of the world fades out. It's a kind of Zen-like meditation I guess, but as I said at the beginning I do it primarily because it's fun.