The best nights for star photography are the coldest nights. It was early April—only -2ºC. But Venus was shining above the horizon and the north skies beckoned, so I headed outside to try my luck.
With no preparation and out of practice with my equipment, this photo is the best I could do. But it’ll stay with me as that night when the wind pushed against my chest, when I turned my back on the light pollution and clouds gathering in the south and listened to the still-wild coyotes howl.
Basking in apricity
Getting some fresh air among the pines
Sleeping under the Milky Way
Watching sparks drift into the summer night
Regrouping at the merging of Smudge Creek and Head River
Cross-country skiing in the wildlands
Pulling as close as we dared to the dancing flame
Circled around a fire underneath swaying cedars
Chasing away the cold of winter