When I was first getting into photography, I remember reading something like this: “A landscape photographer never has any leisure time. He’s out before dawn; he scouts locations during the heat of the day; and he doesn’t return until after dusk.” In the digital world today, you could add: “And then he processes pictures all night.”
I remember thinking this kind of schedule would be so much fun. It was what was necessary to carry out photography as an art. It had nothing to do with converting a snapshot into a master-snapshot on a computer with manipulative software when you felt like it. It was total commitment. It was doing whatever was necessary to find and position oneself at just the right spot to capture what few people ever see.
It was commitment that took this picture, albeit at more leisurely a pace. Being out in the Indiana countryside for a few days last week, I went scouting around at noon to see if I could find a picturesque cornfield with a nice barn (not quite visible in this picture) toward the east. It took a while, but at last I found one. That night I made sure I had all my gear and a tripod ready. At 6:30 the next morning, I headed out to the same location and arrived just before sunrise. Have you ever tried shooting a cornfield? Corn stalks are really tall! So that’s why I made a spectacle of myself by climbing up and making the top of the car as a base of operations. I was grateful the old country road wasn’t well traveled.
It requires doing something you’ve never done to obtain something you’ve never had.