As I started walking downhill towards what looked like a good location, I slipped (hard) and slammed into the mud. With my (now muddy) plastic-wrapped camera/tripod combo in hand, I decided that I was committed. I stopped worrying about the fact that it was freezing cold and muddy and started to just enjoy it.
Probably 90% of the photos I shot were out of focus, but those were some of my favorites. In reviewing them, the fact that they were blurry felt like part of the story.
The biggest thing I learned from doing this is how slippery mud can be, how cold April showers are, and that you’ve got to embrace accidents or obstacles as opportunities for improvisation.