As soon as everyone went to bed,
I snuck into our balcony with my camera.
The moon illuminated the dark canvas.
I stood in awe of the view for a good few seconds to marvel at the beauty of the night sky.
I set up my telephoto lens,
secured the camera on my tripod and bent over a bit to peek through my viewfinder.
Even from a tiny eyepiece,
Luna shone majestically.
I pressed several buttons to change my camera setting without breaking my gaze at the horizon. A few shots later, I stood away from the camera, stretched a bit and reviewed my photos.
'Few more shots,' I whispered to myself.
I took a deep breath and bent over again to watch the moon through my camera's viewfinder.
A few seconds later,
I found myself pressing the wrong buttons as I watched a plane slowly pass by the moon.
My mind rushed to remember all the night sky photography techniques I've learned, but my fingers keep missing the shutter.
The moment I pressed the shutter button,
the plane is gone.
I stood away from the camera,
pressed my back on the bare concrete wall and stared at Luna.
I tried to shake it off - the thought of snapping a picture-perfect moment - but the missed opportunity kept slapping me.
To this day, I still know how it felt.
Next time, I'll get that shot.
I know I will.
Photos and Text by: Clare De Guzman
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