I don’t get the opportunity to photograph the night sky very often but I love doing it.

There’s nothing quite like being alone on a mountainside in the early hours of the morning, far from people and the troubles we manufacture.

Looking up at the stars brings me comfort in the realisation that I only have one job. After all the joy and grief, the sickness or health, the work, the striving, the yearning and the wants, I still only have one job.

It’s a simple one.

To be alive. And with this life, to look out on the world and truly see it.

Once I do this, as Van Gogh said, “then life seems almost enchanted after all.”

So here’s a picture of what I saw. A lonely and enchanted place, under the stars.