The further east I travel in my homeward direction, the more difficult the nighttime photography becomes. The humidity, insects, and intermittent clouds are a deterrent, while the growing familiarity and attraction of the landscape call me like a siren song toward home.
I have traveled 8000 miles in the last six weeks under mostly accommodating skies. I have shot 40 rolls of film. I have been able to sneak preview some images, but most of my film is packed securely, guarding their latent images until I can bring them to some trustworthy lab to be developed. Regardless of their content, I will always be able to describe what I did during this windfall gift of time. These stories complete that goal.
I know that I am at the end of this astrophoto odyssey because today the sky is clear and beautiful and dry. It will be a marvelous observing night.
I know that my travels are done because even though the sky is clear, I want to be in my home tonight.
23 August 2001
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