Last night was supposed to be the first showing of the newly discovered 209P/LINEAR Camelopardalids meteor shower. Astronomers called it a potential "meteor storm" and predicted upwards of hundreds of sightings per hour. The weather last night was clear so I was excited go out and try to photograph it. I drove out to Shenandoah and found a large field and set up my gear and laid down next to my camera with cable release in hand. And nothing. The speckled sky wheeled slowly overhead. The dusty band of the Milky Way bisecting. Tiny satellites blinked hundreds of miles above floating slowly across my pupils like vitreous particulate. But hardly any meteors. No where near the hundreds I and others had hoped for. Though the precious few I did see were exciting to witness. Long, bursting streaks of light entering and exiting in dramatic fashion.
After a couple of hours, I was done waiting so I played with some light painting. And of course, one of the few meteors I caught in frame was while I was running around a dark field like a doofus with my flashlight (probably actually a satellite, but I'm going to pretend). I definitely tripped once and landed face first in a prickly bramble.
(I still think I might be over-processing these kinds of shots)