Thierry Legault photographs things governments would rather nobody saw: American and Russian spy satellites, tracked and captured from the ground with amateur telescopes and heavily modified cameras. The film follows him to Paris and beyond, since a single shot often means traveling thousands of miles to reach clear skies at the exact moment a satellite crosses overhead. Legault explains the calculations behind each attempt, timing exposures to a target moving fast enough that he frequently never actually looks up at it, watching his watch instead of the sky. He talks about the failures too: cloud cover, missed windows, drives to remote sites that produce nothing. What comes through is the mismatch between the era's expectation of constant, easy space imagery beamed down by professional equipment and Legault's method, which is manual, weather-dependent, and personal, closer to hunting than photography. He describes it plainly as a contest between himself and the object in orbit.