One of the last photos I took in Iceland just happens to be one of my favorites. I'm working on a recap of the whole trip, but in short, the last night I spent in Iceland was the only night that I was able to see the stars. The weather wasn't favorable for photography during the day and the skies completely cloud covered at night. When I saw the change in forcast call for clear skies in the North West portion of Iceland and that a Coronal Mass Ejection had hit Earth sooner than expected, to say I was filled with a nervous, excitement hardly describes it. The hours I spent driving were filled with anticipation and a fear that the forecast would once again change leaving me out under the clouds instead of the stars. I wasn't completely sure what the Northern Lights would look like when I saw them, but when I first spotted them streaking across the sky I could hardly contain my excitement. I may not have gotten to photograph all of the spots that I had hoped, but on this night, for me, I felt like I truly had found something incredible.