Photo points are not so much hard work, as they require patience.
Whether its tree foliage or water levels, seasonal changes don’t unfold overnight.
Or do they?
Three weeks ago I stopped at a scenic spot on my commute home, and to my shock, saw it riddled with cavernous cracks. (I didn’t dare walk out – on fear of falling into a chasm without rappelling equipment!)
I shook my head in amazement, and also at my luck (accompanied by a sigh of relief):
Days later an early summer deluge pooled water back across the barren flat.
Other times I’m too patient with photo points … or do I mean lazy.
My glances out the window at 50 mph all spring long seemed to confirm the obvious: “it looks just like it did the day before, and the day before that (dry) … so why stop?
I did stop twice: once in mid March and again in mid May. The two months inbetween saw the thin (and still damp) cracks open into dry gorges of discontent.
In the first case, I knew what I had when I snapped the camera, but in the second, it wasn’t upon reviewing the photos – months later – that I saw the difference.
In all cases I was glad I stopped.