Sometimes, you don't see the picture until much later...
Almost a year ago, I had a great experience at the Great Smoky Mountains Institute at Tremont. The Fall Photo Workshop pumped and refreshed my love of both the mountains and photography. Over three days, the 20+ attendees hiked over ridge lines to waterfalls, awoke before dawn to drive to sunrise vistas, stumbled in the brush among old abandoned cabins, and setup tripods in the middle of ice-cold streams while taking hundreds of pictures. A few weeks ago, I received an email from the Institute inviting me to attend again, but due to work commitments, it just isn't doable. But they also added that Will Clay, the instructor for the past couple of decades was retiring from teaching the class after this fall. As part of the celebration, they asked prior attendees to each send one or two pictures from their time at the workshop. So, I began looking through my pictures for two to send. I went through the ones we self-selected as our best at the workshop, and picked one of a