Dots in the night

The last daylight had vanished and the moon illuminated the night sky. Clouds were aglow while catching the round balls reflection and shimmering in hues of pink and neutral. Life was good, but mostly peaceful and serene during these quiet hours in the wild. 

I stood for awhile and starred at Polaris. I finally had found it and better yet, I knew how to locate it. My “True North” was no longer just living within my heart, but it  also had it’s place in the universe and was always shining down on me. 

Looking at this picture from that night, it was a few weeks later that I noticed a dotted line in the bottom right corner. At first glance, I thought I had captured a shooting star and I did see a few that night. But the angle wasn’t right and the line was dotted instead of being straight. I looked closer and came to the conclusion that it was an airplane that had travelled by. With the long exposure and the lens wide open, the camera recorded it’s flight through the night with tiny little dots from it’s blinking lights. Pretty neat and pretty soon tiny little dots will mark the sky on my journey back to Germany. 🛩