Jeffrey Hannas took this spectacular shot of the night sky over the Great Sand Dunes National Park in Colorado. Here’s what he had to say about it. “The weather didn’t cooperate the entire time we were at GSDNP except for a little bit last night. We were there and I was able to get a few shots of the Milky Way. This was taken with a fisheye lens and just at the right time a car came by, which helped with lighting up the foreground and gave a nice light trail.”
"It doesn’t matter how beautiful your theory is, it doesn’t matter how smart you are. If it doesn’t agree with experiment, it’s wrong."
"The thing I love about you (ok, it’s one thing. one stone in a rock yard of things) is that you have this dream and you don’t let it deflate and stagnate like I do. You don’t lift your skirt and step over it to the petty, self-inflated demands of the day, like I do. You don’t keep it precious and shelved and preserved, like I do. Your thing is smoothed out in front of you, constantly, like a map of the battles you intend to wage by night. And win by daybreak.
We are here, because you are fearless. Because you consider nothing impossible. Because you show up, and work and stay the course and steady the ship and keep watch on the horizon, unsleeping. And whether dry land appears or not, you prepare for it as if it lies under the next swell. Because one day, it will lie under the next swell."
Isle of Mull, Scotland
photo via amy
I was so near here a week ago.
"Sometimes we can choose the paths we follow. Sometimes our choices are made for us. And sometimes we have no choice at all."
"He placed his long-fingered hand on Jeff’s chest. Jeff heard himself whimper quietly from somewhere beyond his control. “And what about content, Jeff? I assume there are restrictions? You have to take the fun out of it somehow.” “Well we’re not allowing crossover, where characters from two fictional worlds interact.” Jeff could barely get the words out now. He had never felt this strange intensity, this lust for anyone. He felt a strange throb where his soul had once been, years ago."