Milky Way from the Truck

     The evening was pitch black. I could not see past my nose. In the distance, Doug plowed well into the darkness. I could see him from the top of the hill where I parked my truck. I saw his truck lights as he made his way across the pasture to the gate, and then down the road. As he left, I knew that I was the only human in the area. My eyes scanned the sky for meteors and the Milky Way.
      Sitting in my chair behind my camera and tripod, I heard a pump jack, chugga-chug, chugga-chug, night hawks, and coyotes. At some point during the night, I heard crunching sounds. What makes crunching sounds? I couldn't figure it out. Intimidated by the darkened, vast expanse of prairie grasses and all the critters it contains, I pulled my chair, tripod, and camera onto the bed of the truck, and settled down for the night. With every coyote yowl, with every crunching sound, I pulled my sister-in-law's quilt over my head.
     At around one o'clock in the morning, clouds blew in, covering the meteors.
     Here are a couple of shots that turned out okay.

The Milky Way above my truck, and to the right, my fisheye lens camera at work.

My fisheye lens shows the Milky Way and the clouds as they roll in.