Mom said what made Jay such a good photographer was that he was exceptionally patient. When he sensed a shot, he waited, some-times for days. Mom said she couldn’t count how many times she had watched with him while the clouds came and went, while morning turned to night. Just when she had been looking at the same tree or village or road for so long that there was nothing left to see, the sun would come or go, or the clouds would shift just right. That was when Jay took his shots.
[Excerpt Landslide, Page 8]