The images are fantastic, Henry.
Like you, I also enjoy looking to the skies. Ever since I was a boy my place was in the dark. I grew up in the city on a dead-end street. Our house was very near the end of a fairly deep canyon with a small creek. Growing up, my friend and I spent a lot of time exploring the woods. Following the creek to see where it started. We were in grade school at the time.
One day we went on an adventure. It was near 2 o'clock in the afternoon, and we headed up the valley with our backpacks stuffed with, stuff. That day we'd reached unexplored areas beyond where we'd ever seen. Our being excited to see more led us to more exploring.
Not keeping track of time, the sun was slowly setting. Not to worry, we told each other, as we kept going. Flashlight? Uh OH!
Before we knew it, it was dark. And we were, LOST! OUR PARENTS WILL SKIN US!! "Gulp"
Both scared to be out there in the dark, but we had no choice. We found a high spot in the hills. A grassy field, where we made our beds. We laid on our backs and looked to the skies the whole night. It was amazing.
-From that day (night) forward, night was always a calling.
For 23 years I and my family have lived in the country side, where the darkness of the skies are mysterious, yet inviting. Your images show me what I can not, with the eye alone.
Thanks for sharing.
