Logan Brumm, "Milky Way Over Scholz Lake, Flagstaff Arizona (edited)," 2011
The wreckage and birth of celestial bodies leaving nocturnes and grit sparkling above and around us. It’s been a long while since I’ve left a city looking to be wrapped in perfect darkness. Here, what’s strewn onto the midnight jeweler’s velvet fades out, over-lit by sodium street lamps, parking lot safety needs, spotlight torches in a landscaped yard. So, we go further to see meteors—pinpricks flickering, cascading like a bioluminescent tide—and then come to rest under a galactic archipelago. Lace clouds of diamond dust, beautiful chemistries, the opalescent milt of creation—I’ll tell you that sleeping beneath this celestial sphere is a gift, and dreaming beneath it is to be made whole.