Sometimes I go out without a plan and no expectation. It clears the mind of clutter if nothing happens. But then, if you are not out there, the unexpected. With Weston, if something didn't gel, he'd simple fold up the tripod for something better along the way. Even Ansel would be surprised at what God had in store for him being out there.
Take note of Moonrise. Ansel was trying to make something happen with some stumps out by Abiqueue... nothing worked and he called it a day...then the timing...just one frame taken and trying for a second...the light was gone, as was the moment, the decisive moment as HCB would call it...All because he was out there.
I recently went with a friend to see the Indiana Dunes in the rain. Went to the cold, windy, lifeless beach. Nada mucho. Then as we were leaving the parking lot...something and we stopped, got out and explored a little way. Something. In the vicinity of a photograph and I got something. We continued onward. More rain. More gloom. Something. Getting interesting. Seeing.
On the ground and in the woods, the intimate and more. Reality far exceeding expectations. My friend took me there to show me where he liked to run. My expectation was doomy, gloomy sand dunes, like I expect in the California desert. I came to look, but ended up seeing! And not just a simple frame, a single image!