So the curse of photography (if you have to look at the negative-- which I will rail on occasionally, but try to avoid, like run-on sentences) is that you have to be there at the right time to capture the image. And even if you're there, with equipment ready, you have to be pointed in the right direction. As I say-- a moment happens only once. Last night, during the Perseid Meteor shower-- one of the largest displays we've seen in years-- I saw this amazing star streak across the sky. And, no, it wasn't Orlando Bloom. The meteor was so bright that it lit up the roof of the house and the tops of the Redwoods as if it were daylight. Pretty amazing! It was certainly one of the coolest things I've ever seen.
And the camera was pointed at this lovely grove of trees to the northeast of our home mid-shot on a slow shutter. So, the shot I ended up with-- I love. It's one of my first attempts at capturing the night in slow motion. It's not the winning shot of the streak that seared the sky. But I love it.
A moment happens only once. And, in this case, I captured the sidecar.
I'm good with that.