It happens repeatedly. Many times the same- mostly imperfectly, sometimes clumsily. But I know it when it happens.
Something stops me. I gather my senses. Take it all in, compose, edit, frame,wait and make the photograph. It evolves from a single spark of stimulation- the passing light, colors, framing.
All an unrelated cluttering interest. But enough evidence of a photograph in the making.
These small sequential intuitive actions blend outer visual experience with inner imaginative vision, resulting in a photograph or two.