On September 1, I was a young child, filled with wonder and awe. I chased the night sky charms with a fellow photographer and friend on a thrilling adventure. From blue hour on what I call Minnesota’s small Cliffs of Mohr to the Milky Way’s core on a hidden bridge to finally northern lights dancing over a waterfall, it was truly a magical night.
This was a night of many firsts.
First time really photographing the Milky Way.
First time witnessing the northern lights with my eyes.
First time capturing a waterfall with both phenomenons overhead.
It was instantly a top three photography trip. I don’t recall giggling with joy so many times while capturing photos. The night skies are truly magical and outshine other so many so-called magical moments in nature.
I think I am now addicted to astrophotography.