I wanted to take photos yesterday but I looked around all day and the sky didn't want to play. A big storm to the north but too far away to look interesting in the lens, a few scudding clouds but not lined up with any backdrop to create interest. Frustrated. Finally I had an idea. Fly Point at sunset. I'd never been to the actual location before but in my head it should work right? Nature always has the last laugh. To line everything up I had to be out in the water. Initially I thought this would be ok because it's the Bay and it's flat right? Wrong again. Pebbly unstable bottom under the water, constant little waves rocking me off my feet, larger ones when a boat went past. Before long I was soaked right through. I tried for the tripod on a wider piece of flat rock... which was fine.... until the mozzies arrived... I could swat them away and ignore them right? Three strikes. There were thousands! I persevered, refusing to leave the day without a photo. But if I thought nature had already had the last laugh I was in for one final surprise. While it had been easy to scramble around the rocky point in daylight in the dark it was an alien landscape. I spent more time on my backside than my feet. So now I added scrapes and bruised shins to the list. All because it wasn't really a day to take photos. The things we do!