I've used the analogy of a Christmas tree ornament against the black, black sky; the blackest black velvet the sky could be. But everything we looked at visually was seen in the context of what we were doing, and where we were going. That whole trip outbound was one of quiet solitude, and anticipation of events to come.

The geometry of our flight path was such that, as we approached the Moon, it moved in front of the Sun. And when the Moon eclipsed the Sun, it was a very eerie scene. This was an icon, a visual, that we saw, but could not convey to others. We tried to take pictures, but they just didn't capture the three-dimensional aura, or glow, which the Sun created in some tenuous atmosphere around the back of the Moon. That made the Moon just hang there in space, in a three-dimension way that was really just spectacular.