Never satisfied was a phrase frequently on my mother's lips while I was growing up and she went on saying it when I was an adult too. Now, at seventy five I say it myself. And it's true. The latest example is my Tay project. A hundred photos of the river Tay in 2014. I'm about a third of the way through. Very pleased to be doing it. It's getting me out and about and I'm discovering so many things.There are amazingly preserved relics of the Industrial Revolution just north of Perth. Water powered mills that later ran on electricity generated from water. Not far away is the highest volume waterfall in Britain. Only about three feet high mind you. Never knew there were whirlpools on the Tay either. Ones that have killed people. There's so much to find It's making me more disciplined. I'm checking forecasts and tides and sunrise and sunset. Organising my camera equipment. Buying myself a wide angle lens. Well, I've been hankering for one and it's a good excuse ! It's an odd beast with a built in lens hood. Won't take filters as a result. But I love it and am getting up at the crack of dawn. Hanging around for ages waiting for the right light. Pleased with the results. Aware that I would not have made the effort without the project. I've even improved my Photoshop skills ! But, as always, I'm never satisfied. I think we are all the same. While I'm taking photos I'm excited, even elated. Sometimes what I am looking at just seems so beautiful. And I try to compose the scene carefully. Get everything just right. A landscape, a flower, a butterfly, a bee, it doesn't matter. And, if I'm lucky, initially the results look good. But when I see them on the computer things change. The number that still look good drops considerably. Sometimes I wonder what I was thinking of. With hindsight I can see what I should have done and I have to go back. But occasionally a few still look good and I get to work to make them look better. Even some that don't look that great can be transformed and that is always a bit of a thrill. Something that was quite dull suddenly comes to life. The ones I like best though just need a few tweaks. That's when I feel I've got things right to begin with. And at that point I'm excited and elated again. Aren't my photos wonderful ! My head swells up. I'm so pleased with myself. Gradually, in a day or two, sanity prevails. Maybe they are not quite as great as I thought. As time goes by the number that I rate diminishes. In a year or so very few remain. But, along the way I've had my moments even if, in the end, I'm never satisfied. And never satisfied is good. It's what keeps me trying. Hoping that one day............one day...............