Luck

Taking a good photo is largely a matter of being in the right place at the right time (i.e., luck).

My luckiest picture was taken in October 1986, on my very first trip to Europe. My mother and I were on a tour of the British Isles. The weather had been wonderful, even in the Lake District, the rainiest part of England. But that changed when we crossed the Scottish border. Our boat tour of Loch Lomond was in a cold rain that drove everyone down into the bar. Not that you could see much of anything anyway, through the heavy mist. It kept raining as we drove along the shore of Loch Ness.

But as we turned into the parking lot for the Urquhart Castle overlook, the rain ended and the sun came out, and I got this picture.