Another shot from this past August, over in the wilds of Pennsyltucky… That red slash in the lower right is an airplane. Of which there were many… Like, I mean, like, OMG, totally heaps and bunches… At the height of the annual Perseid meteor shower, there are many pictures I shot with gobs more airplanes than meteors… GOBS more… Rackum frackum…!!!
So… We go haulin’ off down the road, ’cause there’s this spot where the night skies are supposed to be breathtaking… We… Also known as “I”, for short. I go haulin’ off down the road.
For years, I’ve been wandering out at night, looking up at the sky – weather permitting. Sometimes I’ll even venture out with camera gear packed; ready to do battle with that evil monster known as the Light Pollution Dragon, native to these eastern U.S. shores… Alas, equipped as I am, I am untutored in the finer points of battle with such a pervasive beast. All too frequently I return, having once again failed in my quest for the elusive picture that one can stare at for days – gazing back at a universe that’s been all too free to gaze at us first.
The stars awaken a certain reverence, because though always present, they are inaccessible; but all natural objects make a kindred impression, when the mind is open to their influence. Nature never wears a mean appearance. Ralph Waldo Emerson, Nature (1836) Ch. 1, Nature. Tell that to the man facing a hungry lion empty-handed, or caught out at sea in the middle of a typhoon… convince him of nature’s benevolence… EJ Liederstein [Follow-up note to the above rejoinder] Do not mistake what I’m saying. I’m not the doom and gloom pessimist my words might lead you to believe I am; nor am I the one who sees the sable lining in every cloud. What I’m saying is, if you insist on clothing nature within your anthropomorphic fantasies, then I will vehemently disagree with you. Nature never wears a mean appearance – because she has no ‘appearance’ to wear. She is neither draped in the latest fashions, nor is she at all concerned with how you or anyone else perceive her. She is not, strictly speaking, even a ‘she’. …
There are those who would have you believe the gravest battle being fought these days is not over land or resources, but over the clash of differing belief structures within your very own country. They refer to this as the ‘culture wars’. Culture wars? What culture wars? There’s no war on culture. There’s only the same old tired in-fighting, between your defensive insolence and someone else’s over-compensating arrogance. When I was a lad in University, we were having these exact same discussions; with just as much at stake, and all the venom of today’s variety. Believe me – there’s nothing new under the sun – it’s only new to those who don’t know their own history.