That's how it feels: packing up my supplies and ammo (sketch book, pencil box, watercolors) and venturing forth in search of prey. What will it be today? Another peaceful herd of peonies, before they move on for the summer? An aged building with all the distinctive markings of its rare species? A lone fire hydrant standing vigil, unaware that it is being stalked by a creature armed with Cadmium Red and an eye for detail?
I have no idea, and that is part of the adventure. If all goes well, I'll come home proudly carrying a trophy.
The satisfaction will last an hour or two, and then ... I'll begin thinking of the next hunt. I'm becoming a bolder, more efficient predator with each expedition.