Show Up Anyway: What Thomas Heaton's Mountain Morning Taught Me About Fleeting Light
There’s a particular kind of dread that every landscape photographer knows. You wake before dawn, check the window, and see nothing but a gray wall of mist. After six hours of hiking the day before, the warm sleeping bag makes a compelling argument. This is the moment that separates the frames you’ll sell from the ones you’ll never take. I’ve been dragging myself out of bed at four in the morning for two decades, and I still have to actively talk myself into it on mornings like that.