Bunnyhopping over an adder basking in the middle of the trail today (I only saw him at the last second and had to go back and check that he was okay, but he was already sidling off into the undergrowth), it occurred to me that some of the best times I've had on a bike simply can't be recorded on camera. The white tail of a deer bobbing off into the darkness of the forest; two voles tumbling over each other in the middle of the trail; a kestrel swooping in front of me, prey clutched in its talons... it's all in my memory, but not on disk. Nor is it ever likely to be.
Much of my time is spent carefully setting up pictures that are designed to evoke a response in riders and non-riders alike. They're facsimiles of reality, based on actual experience. But they're not, ultimately, real, because for the most part those images wouldn't exist had I not made them happen.
I don't think there's anything wrong with that approach. But it does make me realise that the sometimes it's just best to let the moment unfold and consign it to memory, rather than reach for the camera.