: At 4:00 AM, Elias began his trek up the obsidian slopes of Mount Etna. The air was a razor-thin -10 degrees, and the only sound was the crunch of fresh snow under his boots. He wasn't there for the sunrise; he was there for a "Green Traveler" that hadn't visited Earth since the Stone Age.
: By 7:00 AM, the horizon began to bleed a pale violet. Setting up his tripod near the smoking craters, his fingers were nearly too numb to turn the dials. He focused his lens on the twin peaks of the volcano, waiting for the exact moment the light would balance the sky and the snow. IMG_20230128_071435_012.jpg
: Elias pressed the shutter. The long exposure drank in the faint green tail of the comet and the soft steam rising from the mountain's vents. It was a one-in-fifty-thousand-year alignment, captured in a fraction of a second. : At 4:00 AM, Elias began his trek