What the Dark Actually Costs You: A Night Sky Photographer's Honest Field Notes
The Night I Stopped Guessing and Started Reading the Dark I was standing on the rim of Smith Rock at 1 a.m., shooting the Milky Way core rising over the Crooked River gorge, when I realized I had wasted the first 45 minutes of prime sky. Not because of clouds or light pollution, but because I was chasing a composition I had locked onto from a daytime scout and refused to let go of.