There is a moment I've become very familiar with over the years. It usually happens on the drive home, just after I've packed the camera away and the light has long since faded.
It's that quiet realization that nothing from the day will make it into a final image.
No keeper. No portfolio shot. Nothing to process.
For a long time, I treated those days as failures. I would mentally replay decisions I made in the field, question timing, and sometimes even question whether I had missed something obvious. It felt like the effort should have guaranteed a result.
Over time, though, that way of thinking changed completely. Not because I started getting better images more often, but because I started to understand what hit rate actually means in landscape photography, and more importantly, what it doesn't mean.