Last night was *epic*. I arrived on the Romney Marsh at my chosen location (Fairfield Church) at around 3.45am in *freezing* conditions. Enroute I saw a beautiful hare & a badger, and during the following four hours I saw numerous shooting stars and a clutch of other photographers there to get the shot. And lost the feeling in my feet.
Several years back now I captured the blood moon, and this was a similarly spiritual experience. There's something about these BIG-scale acts of nature that remind us of who we are, and how we are mere specks of dust in the machinery of existence.