I always have places I want to visit lurking in my head. Skies and scapes, shadows and contours, scintillas of light to inveigle and deposit into my little black box. Time, the weather, mood and opportunity, one can always invent obstacles. Planned trips often turn out disappointing, then, perhaps sometimes, just sometimes, suddenly casual events connive -- the world and its mind-cluttering interference back-off a little.
There is a phrase I heard somewhere, which I like - it also lurks: 'detached reverie'. Some kind of mood or state-of-mind where flow happens; one doesn't make appointments here. This is of course both a blessing and a nag, a paradox to be sure. Once you have been to the well then the effort to get back so often negates the very quest . But I do have these times when the noise stops and my art begins. Once again the outcome, the end game, my end game, a Fine Art Print does not always result, but the pleasure of those times when one can contemplate the moment, when the light and form wait for the shutter and the simple joy of being there is the stuff of the landscape photographer.
Does your life seem to constantly conspire against this reverie, or are you simply unaware? An existence of constant LCD's, moving around in tin tubes and metal boxes, constant noise and clutter can make one world weary. Looking through a lens filching slices of time can not only produce art but help me reconnect with aspects of myself that may just be authentic. Try it, with or without a lens, or are you afraid of what you might encounter!