Thursday, January 7, 2016


I remember stars and moon and planets. Inky sky. Satellites tracking. But only on a cove in North Carolina, and on weekends at the Warrior River, and even sometimes in my own yard.

But those viewings were a long time ago. 

Childhood was a long time ago.

Not until I moved to Tennessee a little less than 15 years ago, to one tiny town and then another small one, did I truly see sky and skylights again.

Now I seek them out.

(Note to self: avoid photo forays in frigid temperatures. No wonder my fingers hurt, reddened, went numb. Bookmark this chart!)

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