I went wading through snow that was calf deep to get this shot. Twice. Was it worth it? I’d say so, but only because the drive north of town in mysterious winter fog, the trek through snow and the framing of the frost lined trees was a small adventure and it got me out of the house on a gray winter day.
Whether I was successful in my adventure or not wasn’t the most important thing. Sometimes it’s the concept and the process that matter most; it’s the journey, not the destination. Or, in the words of Harry Chapin in his song Greyhound, “It’s got to be the going not the getting there that’s good.”