“He stared up at the stars: and it seemed to him then that they were dancers, stately and graceful, performing a dance almost infinite in its complexity.” – Neil Gaiman
Growing up in Connecticut, I came to think of light pollution as the norm. It wasn’t until I started traveling that I realized how many stars there really are. Now, dark skies take my breath away every damn time.
This image was taken last month in Badwater Basin, Death Valley on a beautiful, cold, starry night. In reality, it is a manual blend of two exposures. The base image, exposed for the sky, didn’t retain much foreground detail. I brushed in a little of a lighter exposure on the foreground in post processing.