Capetonian is amused when pax take photos of passing night scenery, not realising that all will turn out is the reflection of the flash on the window.
Reminds me of sitting on the clifftop in Devon a few years ago, waiting for a full eclipse of the sun. And there came the shadow, rushing toward us over the sea, a moment of dread and exaltation. It became night, stars came out, birds went quiet, cows lay down to sleep.
And all around the coastline, from Plymouth to Torquay, cameras flashed!
How on earth did they think that photograph would turn out?