Sometimes I do, especially when I’m in the middle of a desert or a remote village at night. The stars feel like the world’s breathing, and there’s this quiet rhythm that’s almost music. I try to let the scene breathe without snapping too hard for the “perfect” angle, but my mind keeps nudging me to find that one detail that will tell a story. It’s a bit of a tug‑of‑war: the tranquility pulls me in, but the urge to capture something that’ll make people pause and feel is pulling back. I’ve learned to keep a few shots of the raw sky and the hush, and then layer on the story later. The key is to be present, let the silence sit in the frame, and then decide what story you want to tell.