I don’t have just one favorite photo, but this one has meaning. It is not the best quality, but is my favorite because it was the first time I saw the side of the Milky Way Galaxy.
I went on a trip to Michigan with my grandparents a few years ago, and my grandma kept telling me how beautiful the stars were up there. I had tried astrophotography at home, but I could only ever see a few stars at a time. We arrived in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan at a camp ground in the early afternoon. For the rest of the day, I longed for the sun to set below the horizon. Night came and I was still letting the remnants of sunlight to fade away. I fell asleep. Luckily, I awoke in the middle of the night for some unknown reason. I drove my grandfather’s truck at 2:00 am out of the campground and went down the road a little ways where the sky was clear. I turned of the truck off, hopped out, and set up my camera and tripod. It took a while for my eyes to adjust to the darkness, but soon my eyes were filled with the illumination of the stars. With every passing minute, more stars came into view. It was the most incredible night. The air was cool and there was a light breeze. The chirp of frogs filled the air, but their movements kept me alert. There are wolves in Michigan and I was out in the middle of no where, alone, in the middle of the night, so every movement I heard made me turn my head. It was thrilling. I was awestruck at the sight. This being the first time taking photos like this, my photo wasn’t the greatest, but because of the story, this fuzzy photo takes the top of the list of favorite photos. From Bob Ross’s view, I feel like he would say something along the lines, “Perfection is unachievable in art. It is merely about the memories made along the way as you explore and discover the artist within and the stories your art tells once it is complete.”