There is a gorse shrub not very far from my home that grows right next to the road. Immediately after sunrise gorgeously rich light can hit it at just the right angle any time between early November and late January. I drive past it an uncountable number of times on my daily travels and I always look ahead to see if I can spot a bird perched on it. I rarely do of course, nature is seldom that accommodating. It seems to me that I have a chance to take a nice photograph once in every thousand times that I pass by.
Even when a bird is sat there waiting for me I don’t usually get to take a photograph. Sometimes it’s simply too windy, with both bird and shrub being blown this way and that, the chances of getting a sharp picture are zero. Usually though, poor light is what ruins the setup. I can live with all of that though; it’s part of the nature photography game. What really upsets me is when I see a bird nicely perched and posing like a professional model, but I don’t have a camera with me. That hurts mostly because it’s my own stupid fault and I know that before another golden moment presents itself, I’m probably going to have to drive past this prickly shrub another nine hundred and ninety-nine times.