Failed but not bad

I often console myself with the thought that I have never had to get a living from my picture- taking. Nonetheless, my worst failures often produce what I think of as lovely pictures.

I was taking pictures of the moon outside my kitchen door when I heard this going over. I've no idea whose plane it is but it was landing at the airport, about ten km to the north of me. In a fifteenth of a second, even a slowing plane travels a long distance.