The Terrible Writings of Quentin Montejo
Serial experiments on a fallen archangel who only wanted to regain just one wing back
Free of the World. Rain worshipper. Hermit. Tormented mind. Caged spirit. Defiant and eternal enemy of Destiny and Fate. Poet. Scientist. Artist. Daydreamer. He who laughs. Slacker. Sleeper. Romancer of wings and clouds. Fiercely independent. He who is ponderous. Games and anime junkie. Four eyes. Caveman. Nature-lover. He who doesn't think that hard. Non-smoker. Music-junkie. Counter of blessings. Guitar-hugger. He who simply wants what everybody else would like to be in this world and the next -- to be happy.
Friday, January 12, 2007
The Hunt for a Starry Sky
Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices
That, if I then had waked after long sleep,
Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming,
The clouds methought would open and show riches
Ready to drop upon me; that, when I waked,
I cried to dream again.
- Caliban in Act 3, Scene 2 of William Shakespeares', The Tempest
This is a view from outside our backdoor. That's the neighbor's porch on the right. I was experimenting on overexposures and discovered how interesting the night sky can be and capturing subjects that are not 'in a hurry' (i.e. clouds). The ambient, fiery light you see reflecting under the roof is from the embers while we were barbecuing. Cool huh?
One of the most spectacular sights I've ever seen is a night sky filled with stars and counting 18 shooting stars. Or at least I believe they were. So I'm hoping that in one of my travels, I'll have that chance again.
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