Motivation is a fickle thing. It changes depending on an infinite amount of factors; your mood, the weather, subject matter, what you had for breakfast that day, etc.
Around the holidays, there is so little to cover that newspapers start to get desperate. School's out, government is out, high school sports are all done for the season - for the most part, people are closed up in their toasty homes enjoying family and friends. That's good for them, bad for us (it is a generally accepted fact that reporters and photographers have good days when bad days happen for others - it's just the reality of things, but that's a discussion for another time.)
At any rate, one of the Chronicle reporters who is usually pretty good about scaring up a decent story when in a bind, was doing a story on how the Army Corps of Engineers was planning on releasing more water into the Savannah River from the dam upstream. Well, how do you illustrate something that hasn't happened yet? And in a time crunch? You go to where the end result will be and hope for the best. This is how I found myself on the 5th Street bridge waiting for something, anything, to happen on the river.
These things can be agonizing. An oft used phrase in photojournalism, 'hurry up and wait,' definitely had the potential to make for a long day. But as I walked along the sidewalk and took a peek over the railing, there he was. I hadn't seen him from the car because he was almost underneath the bridge. A man bundled up in countless layers floating in a small boat trying his best to fish in nearly freezing conditions. Because let's face it, that's the way we all wish we could spend the afternoon.
Fishing pictures come a dime a dozen, but I'm attached to this one for some reason. I guess it's the best fishing moment I've caught with my camera (because that's saying a lot, right?) But at the end of the day, to me, it's just pretty light with lots of negative space and reminds me of how I'd feel if I were in that boat.