I visited my old friend, a stream in Middlesex, last week—one I’ve been to hundreds of times. The water was very low and what was there was filled with fallen leaves—not a promising situation. I decided to walk the length of it anyway and found one part that did, in fact, hold some promise due to the way the water currents move up from below. It turned out to be a real gem.
Maybe I won’t always find such a hidden gem, but if I don’t look, based on first impressions, I will certainly never see it. So much of photography is being prepared and keeping my eyes open, but, honestly, much of it is also serendipity.