It was a cold clear September night. I glanced down. The valley was ablaze with artificial lights. A full moon loomed above. I shook my head in dismay. I had travelled the whole country to be here, and the only night I would stand above famed Yosemite valley was lit as bright as day. How was I suppose to see the stars?
And yet there they were. Faint but still magical. I took the picture, and it turned out better than I expected. One does not often control circumstance, but one can always make the best of things.