Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree. ~Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
This was captured during the meteor shower this past Saturday. It was also my first time trying out night photography. It was worth staying up late having a 30 minute exposure, getting pine needles in my hair, and a bad runny nose.