Photography is always a fascinating experience.
One of the endless streams of the pains and pleasures of photography is that you really never know what will happen next except in the vaguest way.
On our way back from Ban Liang Historic Village to our awaiting dinner, our coach passed by a bridge.
Without the slightest warning, I heard our local tour guide shout, "Stop! Stop! Stop!"
Her experienced eyes have spotted a scene too good to be missed.
That is one of the perks of joining a photographers' tour.
In less than half a minute, all the amateur photographers were on the ground, leaning against the railing, their standard lens, their wide-angle lens, their zooms jutting out from the top of metal fence with or without tripods at various places along the middle of the bridge. All around me, I heard nothing but the incessant clicks and clatters of numerous shutters amidst cries of "woo--ah" and "wows".
I should have a fair idea of why. I was one of them.