On the second night of the Perseid meteor shower, my husband and I went to Eagle Lake in Acadia National Park. I was hoping for some more interesting foregrounds and lots of falling
stars. Definitely got more interesting compositions, but didn't catch a
single star. The parking area is a five minute drive from my house and while we stood there letting our eyes adjust, watching layers of stars appear overhead, I thought, "Sixteen years here, and I'm still gobsmacked on a regular basis. There are worse ways to choose a hometown."
We saw plenty of shooting stars, though, and it was beautiful out there with little lake
ripples lapping the shore and the occasional bullfrog making sleepy
noises. They sound like very large rubber bands to me. That's the Milky Way at the far right, looking like smoke behind the spruce trees.
Not one of my
photos came out the way I intended them to, but some look pretty cool anyway. I have a lot to learn about star photography (astrophotography
for those of us who like ten-dollar words) but I'm an expert at working with
serendipity. In fact, this one (taken while trying to master an unfamiliar wide-angle lens in the dark) might be my favorite from the night: