I am the laziest photographer finding more reasons NOT to go out and take pictures (too sunny, too dark, too early, too late, not early enough, not late enough, etc.) than finding the motivation TO take pictures. This Thanksgiving, I had a personal victory. After an enormous meal, instead of allowing myself to slip gently into a tryptophan-induced coma on my father's couch, I put on my coat, grabbed the camera, and forced myself to walk out into the cold. This is what I saw:
So the next time it is too wet outside, or too dry, or too cold, or not cold enough, I need to remember the first principle in photography is to actually make an effort.