Photographers refer to "the magic hour" as the hour before sunset. I believe the magic happens much later. I live for the dark summer skies that transform light from the mundane to the extraordinary. It is the act of doing as much as the photographic results that drive me. When darkness settles into the desert night the magic begins to extrude it's hypnotic power. Listen for the sound of ants marching under the blanket of stars. Here is where life's challenges can be suspended. The bonus comes from the files we capture and bring back home on our memory cards. These serve as time machines to transport us back to a place where we can relive the magic and gain inspiration for the next journey.
I define this as passion!