Under the spinning sky in Majichal.
This is how I like to remember winter: quiet mountains, a sleeping village, and the sky slowly painting circles above our heads while the shutter stays open.
We hiked up before midnight with tripods, thermoses, and too many batteries. By the time the exposure finished, the village lights had softened and the sky had turned into a time‑lapse on a single frame. What I try to capture in nights like this is less about the stars and more about the people who decide to stand in the snow and wait for them.