What's the longest you've ever waited for the perfect photo?
And I don't mean wait in a general sense; I mean actively waiting, checking conditions, for the perfect photo at a particular location?
For me it's three and a half years and counting. There is a golf course that I drive by twice a day, that has a long perfect tree-lined fairway perpendicular to the road that has been calling to me. There's about a week window in late fall where the sun is in just the right spot for the picture I see in my mind. Golden hour, just as the sun is kissing the trees, long shadows. The conditions are never quite right though. Overcast, raining, snow, all hazards of fall in Wisconsin. I'll get it though, if it takes me another 20 years.