I never know what to expect when I hit the trails in the early morning. Itís a dice roll, every time. Nature wonít always ďshow upĒ for you. Thereís also a very good chance that youíre just standing at the wrong place at the wrong time. Donít misread: there are some days when nature just decides to phone it in. But those are pretty rare days.
Itís also the point of an adventure to explore without expectation. That comes as a twofold process for me. I take a fair amount of gear, and I switch it to accommodate my subject. I donít go out just looking for sunrises and sunsets, or just for birds and not for spiders or snails. Maybe thatís what I should do if Iím looking to specialize in one particular field, but if I found myself wandering around with just a macro lens or just a telephoto, Iíd go wanting for the lens I didnít have.
Just because thereís a variety out there doesnít necessarily mean that itís a variety that you were looking for. There are still birds Iím trying to photograph after a solid year of trying that I havenít been able to catch. Iíve gotten several shots, from several angles, but theyíre just not ďthe shotĒ that Iím looking for. Those only happen once in a while, particularly with brush birds.
Take this shot, for example. Iíve been searching for snails for the better part of a year, but Iíve never found them. I know where to look and what to look for; maybe itís just been bit of tough luck. But I found them and spent a ridiculous amount of time following them around.
Yes: Following snails. Itís awesome.
For the scientifically curious, this little guy is a Grove Snail (Cepaea nemoralis).
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