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"Star Circle at The Biscuit, The Mustang Mountains, Arizona" (c) 2016 Stu Jenks.
I went out to shoot the meteor shower last night. No meteors crossed my camera's view but I did see a bunch with my eyeballs, and I got a nice star circle out of the night. And nothing, my friends, nothing is like gazing at the bright glow of the Milky Way above your head.
Many thanks to Jill for contacting me to assist with this article. It's a big deal to be asked by the largest photography retailer in the world to help keep people safe and sound. More than happy to help y'all.
...As a bookend for the encounter, Jenks offers one last piece of etiquette for the end of the night. “As you load up and prepare to leave, turn back to where you’ve worked and thank the land. Say, ‘Thank You’ out loud,” he suggests. “Show a bit of gratitude to the land that provided your images and this experience. For me, it puts food on my table, but it also puts joy in my heart.” - Jill Waterman, B&H.
I was preparing to hike to the top of C.J.'s Fault yesterday, to shoot lightning just past sunset, when I noticed lightning bolts hitting a similarly high ridgeline a few miles to the east. I walked a few hundred yards toward the peak when I heard these three words in my head.
Don't die dumb.
Yeah, I thought. I know.
I walked back to the car, put my gear in the Buick, then drove to a lower elevation. I shot these two images an hour or so later. They are probably not as good as what I would have gotten atop C.J.'s Fault but that's OK.
Because I didn't die dumb.
"Did you hear what happened to Stu Jenks?" a not-so-close-friend says to another acquaintance.
"No, man. What?"
"He was hiking up to a high ridge last week to shoot lightning but then lightning hit him on the head and killed him."
"That's a bummer," say the other guy.
"But here's the kicker," says the first guy. "The hill he was on top of? It was the same hill he wants to have his ashes placed after he died."
They both laugh.
"I guess they didn't have to move his body very far," says the second guy.
They laugh even louder.
I don't want to hear those two dudes laughing from the other side. Ever. No-sir-ree-Bob.