Windows rolled down so I could attach my camera's window mount - so much faster than using a tripod - I sat quietly and listened to the night music as the long exposures chugged away.
I could hear the chirps of the chorus frogs and the strange quacks of the wood frogs, both species sharing the same ponds. Night birds were singing but, for the most part, I didn't recognize the songs. I heard no robins and the meadowlarks were still a good seven hours from their morning melodies.
But I did hear geese - really, when don't you hear geese? - and the occasional quack of a mallard. The cattle and horses I knew were in the nearby pastures were silent, sleeping away the night. But the coyotes were singing, their crazy yips and yowls echoing down the valley. Somewhere far off, a farm dog barked.
It all sounded so beautiful, I would have been glad to be out there in the middle of the night just to listen to that. The light show was just a bonus.
Rolling on, I followed Dogpound Creek as it trickled further north.